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Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace !-the charm's wound up.

Enter Macbeth and BANQUO.
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
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? 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! that shalt be king here

after. Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair ?--' 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 not,

1 The thaneship of Glamis was the ancient inheritance of Macbeth's family. The castle where they lived is still standing, and was lately the magnificent residence of the earl of Strathmore. Gray has given a particular description of it in a Letter to Dr. Wharton.

2 i. e. creatures of fantasy or imagination.

Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favors, nor your hate.

1 Witch. Hail!
2 Witch. Hail !
3 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. 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 Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence You owe this strange intelligence! or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge you.

[Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.-Whither are they vanished ? Macb. Into the air; and what seemed 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 ?

Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban.

You shall be king. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so ? Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's

here?

1 u Sinel.” The late Dr. Beattie conjectured that the real name of this family was Sinane, and that Dunsinane, or the hill of Sinane, thence derived its name.

2 The insane root was probably henbane. In Batman's Commentary on Bartholome de Propriet. Rerum, a book with which Shakspeare was familiar, is the following passage:-“ Henbane is called insana, mad, for the use thereof is perillous; for if it be eate or dronke it breedeth madnesse, or slow lykenesse of sleepe. Therefore this hearb is called, commonly, mirilidium, for it taketh away wit and reason."

Ang

Enter Rosse and ANGUS.
Rosse. The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine, or his : Silenced with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale, ?
Came 3 post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And poured them down before him.

We are sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honor,
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor;
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane !
For it is thine.

Ban. What, can the devil speak true ?
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you

dress me In borrowed robes ? Ang.

Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined With those of Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage; or that with both He labored in his country's wreck, I know not ; But treasons capital, confessed, and proved, Have overthrown him.

1 i. e. admiration of your deeds, and a desire to do them justice by public commendation, contend in his mind for preëminence: he is silenced with wonder.

2 i. e. posts arrived as fast as they could be counted. Dr. Johnson explains the passage thus :—“The news came as thick as a tale can travel with the post." "Mr. Reeves reads " thick as hail.

3 « Came post." The old copy reads can. Rowe made the emendation.

Macb.

Glamis, and thane of Cawdor;
The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains.-
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,
Promised no less to them ?
Ban.

That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle ? you unto 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.-
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.-
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
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature ? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single 3 state of man, that function
Is smothered in surmise; and nothing is,
But what is not.
Ban.

Look, how our partner's rapt.
Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance

may crown me, Without my stir. Ban.

New honors come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use.

1 i. e. entirely, thoroughly relied on.
2 “ Encourage you to expect the crown."

3 By his single state of man, Macbeth means his simple condition of human nature.

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Macb.

Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me your favor ; -my dull brain was

wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are registered where every day I turn The leaf to read them.--Let us toward the king.– Think upon what hath chanced ; and, at more times, The interim having weighed it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other. Вап.

Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough.—Come, friends.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace.

Flourish.

Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and

Attendants.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor ? Are not
Those in commission yet returned ?
* Mal.

My liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die; who did report,
That very frankly he confessed his treasons ;
Implored your highness' pardon ; and set forth
A deep repentance. Nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,?
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As 'twere a careless trifle.
Dun.

There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face.“

1 Favor is countenance, good will, and not pardon, as it has been here interpreted. Vide Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2.

2 Studied in his death, is instructed in the art of dying. 3 Owed, owned, possessed.

4 We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face.

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