Dun. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Yes; As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, 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. Enter Rosse. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should That seems to speak things strange. [he look, Rosse. God save the king! Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Rosse. From Fife, great king, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, Dun. Rosse. That now Great happiness! 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 death, Rosse. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth bath won. SCENE III. A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? [Exeunt. 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 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 will drain him dry as hay: 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 [Drum within. All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, Upon her skinny lips: You should be women, Macb. Speak, if you can ;-What are you? 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis ! [Cawdor! 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of 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 That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; our favours, nor your hate. 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence That takes the reason prisoner? Macb. Your children shall be kings. Enter Rosse and ANGUS. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, In which addition hail, most worthy thane! Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes? Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Macb. Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: Ban. Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: Cousins, a word, I pray you. Macb. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.- Cannot be ill; cannot be good: If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, If good, why do I yield to that suggestion My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, B |