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Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
As fparrows, eagles; or the hare the lion.
As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;
Doubly redoubled ftrokes 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 furgeons. [Exit SOLDIER, attended.
Who comes here?
MAL. The worthy thane of Roffe.
LEN. What a haste looks through his eyes! So fhould
That seems to speak things ftrange.
ROSSE. God fave the king!
DUN. Whence cam'ft thou, worthy thane?
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
DUN. Great happiness !
ROSSE. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves compofition;
DUN. No more that thane of Cawdor fhall deceive
ROSSE. I'll fee it done.
DUN. What he hath loft, noble Macbeth hath won.
SCENE III. A Heath.
Thunder. Enter the three WITCHES.
I WITCH. Where haft thou been, fifter?
2 WITCH. Killing fwine.
3 WITCH. Sifter, where thou?
1 WITCH. A failor's wife had chefnuts 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 fieve I'll thither fail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
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' the fhipman's card.
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep fhall, neither night nor day,
Weary fev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Look what I have.
2 WITCH. Show me, show me.'
1 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;
Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.
BAN. How far is't call'd to Fores ?-What are these, So wither'd, and fo 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 feem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women,
MACB. Speak, if you can ;-What are you?
I WITCH. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of
2 WITCH. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
3 WITCH. All hail, Macbeth! that fhalt beking hereafter. BAN. Good fir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do found so fair?—I'the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye fhow? My noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction
That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not:
And fay, which grain will grow, and which will not;
I WITCH. Hail!
2 WITCH. Hail!
1 WITCH. Leffer than Macbeth, and greater.
2 WITCH. Not fo happy, yet much happier.
3 WITCH. Thou fhalt get kings, though thou be none : So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo!
I WITCH. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail!
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
With fuch prophetick greeting?Speak, I charge you.
BAN. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them :-Whither are they vanish'd?
That takes the reason prisoner?
MACB. Your children fhall be kings.
BAN. You fhall be king.
MACB. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not fo?
ROSSE. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
ANG. We are fent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Rosse. 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!
BẠN. What, can the devil speak true?
MACB. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes?