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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 2
Sold. Yes;

As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
If I say sooth,' I must report they were
As cannons overcharg’d with double cracks;
So they
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,"
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.
[Erit Soldier, attended.

Enter Ross E.
~

Who comes here 2
Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So
should he look, -
That seems to speak things strange.

Rosse. God save the king!
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane *
Rosse. From Fife, great king,

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Where the Norweyan banners flout" the sky,
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:
Till that Bellona's bridegroom,” lapp'd in proof.”
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude,
The victory fell on us;–
Dun. Great happiness!
Rosse. That now ~ *
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,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Rosse. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath
WOIn. [Ercuit.

SCENE III.
A Heath.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister 2

7 Mock. * Shakspeare means Mars. 9 Defended by armour of proof.

2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? 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 1 the rump-fed ronyon” cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger: 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. ! 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 the shipman's card.3 I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall, neither night nor day, Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid:4 Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine: Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. Look what I have. 2 Witch. Show me, show me. I Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. [Drum within.

"Avaunt, begone. * A scurvy woman fed on offals. 3 Sailor's chart. 4. Accursed.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum 5 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,
And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace!—the charm's wound up.

Enter MACBETH and BAN QUo.

Macb. 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
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 hereafter.

Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair?—I'the name of truth,

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5 Prophetick sisters.

Are ye fantastical," or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show 2 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;
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favours, nor your hate.

1 JWitch. 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 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?

* Supernatural, spiritual. 7 Estate. * Rapturously affected,

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