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ACT THE FIRST.
The open Country.
Thunder and Lightning.
Three WITCHES discovered,
1 Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
2 Witch. When the hurly-burly's done, When the battle's lost and won.
3 Witch. That will be ere th’ set of sun.
[Noise of a Cat. 1 Witch. I come, Gray-malkin. [Noise of a Toad. 2 Witch. Paddock calls. 1 Witch. Anon.
All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair : Hover through the fog and filthy air.
[Thunder and Lightning.--Exeunt severally,
The Palace at Fores.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LE
Nox, Rosse, and ATTENDANTS, meeting a bleeding OFFICER.
King. What bloody man is that? He can report,
Mal. This is the sergeant,
Off: Doubtfully it stood;
King. O, valiant cousin ! worthy gentleman!
Of 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,
King. Dismay'd not this
wounds; They smack of honour both :-Go, get him surgeons.
[Exeunt Officer and two ATTENDANTS Who comes here?
Mal. The worthy thane of Fife.
Rosse. So should he look,
Macd. From Fife, great king,
King. (reat happiness !
Macd. That now
King. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de
ceive Our bosom interest :--Go, pronounce his present
death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Macd. I'll see it done.
(Exeunt Macduff and LENOX, King. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
(Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.--Exeunt,
Thunder and Lightning,
Enter the Three WITCHES.
1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht :-“ Give
me,” quoth I. “ Aroint thee, witch !" the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’the Tyger : But in a sieve I'll thither sail, 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. I myself bave all the other;
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.
(A March at a Distance. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum ; Macbeth doth come.
All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
2 Witch. Thrice to thỉne,
Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, and the Army.
Ban. How far is't called to Fores? What are these So withered, 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 That
you are so. Macb. Speak, if you can :-What are you?