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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 surgeons.

[Exit Sergeant, attended. Who comes here? Mal.

The worthy thane of Ross. Len. What haste looks through his eyes !(1) So should

he look That seems to speak things strange.'

Enter Ross. (13)

God save the king !
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?

From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
With terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thape of Cawdor, began (14) a dismal conflict ;
Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
The victory fell on us.

Great happiness!
Ross. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's-inch,
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest :go pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Ross. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.


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SCENE III. A heath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
First Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ?
Sec. Witch. Killing swine.
Third IVitch. Sister, where thou ?

First Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd :-“Give me,”

quoth I:
“Aroint thee, witch !" the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
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.

Sec. Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
First Witch. Thou art kind.
Third Witch. And I another.

First Witch. I myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.15)
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid :
Weary seven-nights nine times nine
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine :
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.-
Look what I have.

Sec. Witch. Show me, show me.

First Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

[Drum uithin. Third 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:- -
Peace !—the charm's round up.


are so.

Enter MacBorn anıl Bangoo; Soldiers at some distance.
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Ban. How far is't call’d to Forres ?(16) — What are these
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire,
That look not like th' inhabitants o'th' earth,
And yet are on't ?-Live you ? or are you sught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her chappy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips :-you should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret

Macb. Speak, if you can;—what are you?
First Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of

Glamis !
Sec. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Caw-

Third Witch. All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king here-

after !
Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair ?—I'the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction
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

First Witch. Hail!
Sec. Witch. Hail !
Third Witch. Hail !
First Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Sec. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.

Third Ilitch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo !

First Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail !(17)

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more :
By Sinel's death I know I'm thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence ? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.

[Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them :-whither are they vanish'd ?

Macb. Into the air ; and what seem'd corporal melted
As breath into the wind.—Would they had stay'd !

Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner ?

Macb. Your children shall be kings.

You shall be king.
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too,—went it not so ?
Ban. To the selfsame tune and words.—Who's here?

Enter Ross and Angus.
Ross. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend
Which should be thine or his : silenc'd with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail
Came post with post ;(18) and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.

We are sent
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Only to herald thee into his sight,
Not pay thee. (19)

Ross. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,


He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor :

204 In which addition, hail, most worthy thane ! For it is thine.

Ban. [aside] What, can the devil speak true ?

Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
In borrow'd robes ?

Who was the thane lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether 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,
Have overthrown him.

Macb. [aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
The greatest is behind.—[To Ross and Ang.] Thanks for your



[Aside to Ban.] 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. [aside to Macb.] That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange :
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths ;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
In deepest consequence.-
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Macb. [aside]

Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.-
[Aside] This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-if ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor :
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature ? Present fears

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