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neid 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. prool, I Witch. Thou art kind.
3 Witch. And I another.
2 I Witch. I my self have all the other,
And the very points they blow,
All the quarters that they know,
'th' fhip-man's card —
escord will drain him dry as hay;
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid;
dze Weary sev'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.
2 Witch. Shew me, shew me.
i Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come, [Drum within.
3 Witcb. A drum, a drum!
Macbetb 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, with Soldiers and other
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Ban. How far is't callid to Foris-What are these,
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire?
That look not like inhabitants of earth,
And yet are on't? Live you, or are you aught
That 9 weyward ...old edit. Theob. emend.
That man may question? you seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips-You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
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 Cawda!
3 Witch. All-hail, Macbeth! that shall be Ķing hereafter.
Ban. Good Sir, why do you start, and seem to fear Things that do found to fair? l'th' name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
[To the Witcbes.
Which outwardly ye shew ? my noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction
Of noble having, and of royal hope,
That he seems rapi 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.
1 Witch. Hail !
2 Witch. Hail!
i Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
3 Witch. Thou shalt ger Kings, though thou be none; All-hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
i Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all-hail!
Macb Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more;
By a Sinel's death I know I'm Ibane of Glamis ;
But how of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosp'rous 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 (a) The father of Macbeth.
With such prophetick greeting ?-speak, I charge you.
[Witches vanijk. 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 staid !
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten of the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?
Macb. Your children shall be Kings.
Ban. You shall be King.
Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too ; went it not so?
Ban. To th’ felt-fame tune, and words; but who is
S CE N E V.,
Enter Rosse and Angus.
Rolle. 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' th’ self-fame day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afraid of, what thy self didft make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail,
Came post on 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,
Only to herald thee into his fight,
Not pay thee.
Rolle. And for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor :
In which addition, hail, most worthy Thane!
For it is thine,
Ban. What, can the devil speak true?
Macb. The Thane of Cawdor lives;
Why do you dress me in his borrow'd robes?
Ang. Who was the Thane, lives yet,
But under heavy judgment bears that life,
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
Combin'd with Norway, or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage; or 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. Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor!
[Ahdl. The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains, [To Angus. Do you not hope your children Thall be Kings,
[To Banquo. 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,
Belides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'cis strange :
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.
Cousins, a word I pray you.
[To Roffe and Angus. Macb. Two truths are told,
[Afide. As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemenThis supernatural folliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good -- If ill, Why hath it giv'n me earnest of success, Commencing in a truch? I'm 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 */feats! Are less than horrible imaginings.
My 2 fears ... old edit. Warb, emend.
My Thought, whose s'murther's yet but fantasy,!
Shakes so 'my single state of man, that Function
Is fmother'd' in surmise ; and nothing is,
But what is not.
Ban. Look how our partner's rapt!
Macb. If chance will have me King, why chance may
[Aside. * Without my stir.
Ban. New honours come upon him
3 Like our ftrange garments cleave not to their mould,
But with the aid of use.
Macb. Come what come may,
[Afide, Time and the hour runs thro' the roughest day.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Macb. Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought S. With things forgot. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are registred where every day I turn pa The leaf to read them, let us tow'rd the King; Think upon what hath chanc'd, and at more time,
The interim having weigh'd ic,) let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.
Ban. Very gladly.
Macb. 'Till then enough: come, friends: [Exeunt,
Flourish. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and
King. TS execution done on Cawdor yet?
Are not those in commission yet return'd?
Mal. My Liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With 3 murther yet is but fantastical,