=2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. I Witch. Thou art kind. 3 Witch. And I another. Witch. I my felf have all the other, I will drain him dry as hay; 2 Witch. Shew me, fhew me. I 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` fifters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, Peace, the charm's wound up. S CE NE [Drum within. IV. Enter Macbeth and Banquo, with Soldiers and other Mach. So foul and fair a day I have not feen. And yet are on't? Live you, or are you aught 9 weyward... old edit. Theob, emend. That That man may question? you feem to understand me, Upon her skinny lips-You fhould be women, Mach. 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 fhalt be King hereafter. Ban. Good Sir, why do you ftart, and seem to fear Things that do found fo fair? I' th' name of truth, Are ye fantaftical, or that indeed [To the Witches. Which outwardly ye fhew? my noble partner You greet with prefent grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he feems rapt withal; to me you speak not. And fay which grain will grow and which will not, 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail! I Witch. Leffer than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not fo happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou fhalt get Kings, though thou be none; All hail, Macbeth and Banquo! 1 Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all-hail! Mach Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more; No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence With With fuch prophetick greeting?-fpeak, I charge you. [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them: whither are they vanifh'd? Macb. Into the air: and what seem'd corporal, Melted, as breath into the wind Would they had staid! Ban. Were fuch things here, as we do fpeak about? Mach. Your children fhall be Kings. Mach. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not fo? S CE E N E V. Enter Roffe and Angus. Roffe. The King hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, To give thee, from our royal mafter, thanks, Not pay thee. Roffe. And for an earnest of a greater honour, He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor: For it is thine. I who's Ban. Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor! [Afide. The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains, [To Angus. Do you not hope your children fhall be Kings, [To Banquo. When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no lefs to them? Ban. That trufted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Befides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis ftrange: In deepest confequence. Coufins, a word I pray you. Mach. Two truths are told, [To Roffe and Angus. [Afide. As happy prologues to the fwelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen This fupernatural folliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good If ill, Why hath it giv'n me earneft of fuccefs, 2 fears ... old edit. Warb, emend. 2 My My Thought, whofe 'murther's yet but fantafy, But what is not. Ban. Look how our partner's rapt! Mach. If chance will have me King, why chance may crown me Without my ftir. Ban. New honours come upon him [Afide. Like our ftrange garments cleave not to their mould, Mach. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs thro' the roughest day. [Afide. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we ftay upon your leifure. Mach. Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought With things forgot. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are registred where every day I turn . The leaf to read them-let us tow❜rd the King; [To Banquo. (The interim having weigh'd it,) let us fpeak Our free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly. Macb. 'Till then enough: come, friends; SCENE VI. The Palace. [Exeunt: Flourish. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and Attendants. King.TS execution done on Cawdor yet? Are not those in commiffion yet return'd? Mal. My Liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke 3 murther yet is but fantastical, With |