Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine: 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 sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about; Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, Peace, the charm's wound up. [Drum within. Enter MACBeth and BANQUO. -A. Mach. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores?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 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, Mach. 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 Cawdor! 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! thou 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 1 Ye greet with present grace, and great prediction, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: !! 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! T Machi Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king, J Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence * Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetick greeting?-Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them:-Whither are they vanish'd ?\' Mach. 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? Mach. Your children shall be kings. Ban. You shall be king. Mach. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here? :! Enter Rosse and ANGUS. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, Ang. We are sent, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Ban. What, can the devil speak true? dress me In 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 that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; & VAL But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, w, 1 Have overthrown him. Mach. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains.- Ban. That, trusted home,. Might yet enkindle you into the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis 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.— Mach. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.— This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, But what is not. Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Mach. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Lagr Macb. Come what come may ;``` f. I Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.. Ban. Worthy Macbeth we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me your favour → my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.-- Our free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly. T Mach. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Exeunt. |