Macbeth - William Shakespeare

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hath won. 95

      [Exeunt]

      Act I, Scene 3

      A heath near Forres.

      [Thunder. Enter the three Witches]

      First Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

      Second Witch. Killing swine.

      Third Witch. Sister, where thou? 100

      First Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,

      And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:—

      'Give me,' quoth I:

      'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.

      Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: 105

      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.

      Second Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

      First Witch. Thou'rt kind. 110

      Third Witch. And I another.

      First Witch. I myself have all the other,

      And the very ports they blow,

      All the quarters that they know

      I' the shipman's card. 115

      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:

      Weary se'nnights nine times nine 120

      Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:

      Though his bark cannot be lost,

      Yet it shall be tempest-tost.

      Look what I have.

      Second Witch. Show me, show me. 125

      First Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

      Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

      [Drum within]

      Third Witch. A drum, a drum!

      Macbeth doth come. 130

      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. 135

      Peace! the charm's wound up.

      [Enter MACBETH and BANQUO]

      Macbeth. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

      Banquo. How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these

      So wither'd and so wild in their attire, 140

      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 chappy finger laying

      Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, 145

      And yet your beards forbid me to interpret

      That you are so.

      Macbeth. Speak, if you can: what are you?

      First Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

      Second Witch. All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! 150

      Third Witch. All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

      Banquo. 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 155

      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, 160

      Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear

      Your favours nor your hate.

      First Witch. Hail!

      Second Witch. Hail!

      Third Witch. Hail! 165

      First Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

      Second Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.

      Third Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:

      So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

      First Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! 170

      Macbeth. 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, 175

      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]

      Banquo. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,

      And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

      Macbeth. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted

      As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

      Banquo. Were such things here as we do speak about? 185

      Or have we eaten on the insane root

      That takes the reason prisoner?

      Macbeth. Your children shall be kings.

      Banquo. You shall be king.

      Macbeth. And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? 190

      Banquo. To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

      [Enter ROSS and ANGUS]

      Ross.

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