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Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels;
Dun. Dismay’d not this
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
Enter Ross E.
Who comes here 2
Rosse. God save the king!
Where the Norweyan banners flout" the sky,
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,
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
By each at once her choppy finger laying
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,
5 Prophetick sisters.
Are ye fantastical," or that indeed
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
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,