1. Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd ;Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. But in a sieve I'll thither sail, 2. Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 1. Witch. 3. Witch. Thou art kind. And I another. 1. Witch. I myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I will drain him dry as hay: 2. Witch. Shew me, shew me. 1. Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. 3. Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come. All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about; Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine: [Drum within.] Macb. Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores? What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or aught That man may question? stand me. are you You seem to under By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips: You should be wo men, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Macb. Speak, if you can;-What are you? 1. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis ! 2. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! 3. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter. Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair? T'the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great predic tion Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate. 3. Witch. Hail! 1. Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3. Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! 1. Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Gla mis ; But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish.] Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them:- Whither are they va nish'd? Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind. staid! 'Would they had Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root, That takes the reason prisoner? Ban. You shall be king. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Enter ROSSE and ANGUS. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy succefs: and when he reads that, In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale, Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him. Ang. We are sent, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater ho nour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Caw dor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ?. Ang. Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whe'r he was combin'd With those of Norway; or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage; or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains. Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no less to them? Ban. That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, pray you. Cousins, a word I Macb. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act men. This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good: — If ill, dor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion |