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    Act 1. Scene III

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    SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

    Thunder. Enter the three Witches
    First Witch
    Where hast thou been, sister?

    Second Witch
    Killing swine.

    Third Witch
    Sister, where thou?

    First Witch
    A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
    And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'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.

    Second Witch
    I'll give thee a wind.

    First Witch
    Thou'rt 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.
    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 se'nnights 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.

    Second Witch
    Show me, show me.

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

    Drum within

    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 wound up.

    Enter MACBETH and BANQUO

    MACBETH
    So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

    BANQUO
    How far is't call'd to Forres? 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 are you aught
    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
    That you are so.

    MACBETH
    Speak, if you can: what are you?

    First Witch
    All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

    Second Witch
    All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

    Third Witch
    All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

    BANQUO
    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 hate.

    First Witch
    Hail!

    Second Witch
    Hail!

    Third Witch
    Hail!

    First Witch
    Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

    Second Witch
    Not so happy, yet much happier.

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

    First Witch
    Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

    MACBETH
    Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
    By Sinel's death I know I am 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

    BANQUO
    The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
    And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

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

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

    MACBETH
    Your children shall be kings.

    BANQUO
    You shall be king.

    MACBETH
    And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

    BANQUO
    To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

    Enter ROSS and ANGUS

    ROSS
    The king hath happily received, 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: silenced with that,
    In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
    He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
    Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
    Strange images of death. As thick as hail
    Came post with post; and every one did bear
    Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
    And pour'd them down before him.

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

    ROSS
    And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
    He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
    In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
    For it is thine.

    BANQUO
    What, can the devil speak true?

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

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

    MACBETH
    [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
    The greatest is behind.

    To ROSS and ANGUS

    Thanks for your pains.

    To BANQUO

    Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
    When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
    Promised no less to them?

    BANQUO
    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.

    MACBETH
    [Aside] Two truths are told,
    As happy prologues to the swelling act
    Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.

    Aside

    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
    Are less than horrible imaginings:
    My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
    Shakes so my single state of man that function
    Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
    But what is not.

    BANQUO
    Look, how our partner's rapt.

    MACBETH
    [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
    Without my stir.

    BANQUO
    New horrors come upon him,
    Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
    But with the aid of use.

    MACBETH
    [Aside] Come what come may,
    Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

    BANQUO
    Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

    MACBETH
    Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
    With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
    Are register'd where every day I turn
    The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.
    Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,
    The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
    Our free hearts each to other.

    BANQUO
    Very gladly.

    MACBETH
    Till then, enough. Come, friends.

    Exeunt
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