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A Camp near Forres. Alarum
Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, and
This is the sergeant,
Doubtful it stood;
name,) Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valour's minion, carved out his passage, Till he faced the slave; And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to
him, Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
Dun. O, valiant cousin ! worthy gentleman !
Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to
come, Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland,
mark: No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, Compelld these skipping kernes to trust their
heels, But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, Began a fresh assault. Dun.
Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?
Sold. As sparrows, eagles ; or the hare, the lion. If I say sooth, I must report they were As cannons overcharged with double cracks; So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorise another Golgotha, 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 Soldier, attended.
The worthy thane of Rosse.
things. Rosse. God save the king ! Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ?
Rosse. 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 thane of Cawdor, began 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 ; Dun.
Great happiness! Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall
deceive Our bosom interest.-Go, pronounce his present
Rosse. I'll see it done.
SCENE III.-A Heath. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches. i Witch. Where hast thou been, sister ? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou ? I Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her
And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd :
–Give me, quoth I:
2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
I Witch. I myself have all the other ;
2 Witch. Show me, show me.
1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck’d, as homeward he did come.
[Drum within. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum : Macbeth doth come.
All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. 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 under
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Macb. Speak, if you can ;—what are you ?
thane of Glamis ! 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee,
thane of Cawdor ! 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be
king hereafter. 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 pre
diction 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.