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SCENE II.-A Camp near Forres. Alarum within.
Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, and
Dun. What bloody man is that?
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The multiplying villanies of nature
Disdaining Fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
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
Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, Compell'd 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.
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.
Who comes here?
The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look that seems to speak strange
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, began a dismal conflict:
Rosse. That now
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest.—Go, pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Rosse. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath
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:
Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries.
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
3 Witch. And I another.
2 Witch. Show me, show 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 sisters, hand in hand,
Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire;
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Macb. Speak, if you can ;-what are you I 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 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 prediction
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
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,