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ACT I. SCENE I.
AN OPEN PLACE.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches. 1 Witch. WHEN shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won:
3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.
1 Witch. Where the place?
Upon the heath:
3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!
All. Paddock calls:-Anon.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
A CAMP NEAR FORES.
Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the sergeant, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought 'Gainst my captivity:-Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil, As thou didst leave it.
Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles
Like valour's minion,
Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave;
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewel to him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chops,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
I cannot tell:
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both:-Go, get him sur[Exit Soldier, attended.
Who comes here?
The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look,
That seems to speak things strange.
God save the king!
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:
Rosse. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his death,
Rosse. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath
SCENE - III.
Enter the three Witches.
1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
2 Witch. Killing swine.
3 Witch. Sister, where thou?
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,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
1 Witch. Thou art kind.
3 Witch. 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: