King, His looks declare his tongue is at a loss To speak some wonderful--some mighty thing- From Fife, great king, Rosse. Where the Norwegian banners such a breeze Kick'd up (5) all round they made our people freeze; Norway, assisted by that turn-coat knave, The Thane of Cawdor-proof of valour gave; And quickly cool'd the traitor's lavish blood; King. Adzooks! (6) This is good news-I guess'd it by your looks Our royal brain-that for the Thane of Cawdor-- TUNE." Good-morrow Gossip Joan." 1. Witch. Pray tell me, Sister Witch, What thee has been delaying? To know too, I beseech, Where thou'st been also staying Sister Witch? 2. Witch. I'll tell thee, Sister Witch, The task I've been fulfilling ; To satisfy an itch, Some swine I've been a killing Sister Witch. 3. Witch. And I too, Sister Witch, A rump-fed hag was viewing; Who, seated near a ditch, Her chesnuts there was chewing Sister Witch. All. Together, three times three, (8) About, about, about now Again about go we Again, for that makes out now Three times three! Enter Macbeth, Banquo, and Soldiers. Macbeth. I've never felt a day so warm and cold. (9) Banquo. Ha! what ill-looking things do I behold? Pray, who the devil are you? Aye-confess. Macbeth. 1. Witch. All hail, Macbeth-hail to thee, Thane of Glamis ! 2. Witch. And Thane of Cawdor too-for that thy name is. All haill, Macbeth-hail, Royal Sir, to thee,- Banquo. Why start you at this news? Why seem to fear Are ye immortal from the lower regions, Or any (To the Witches.) kind of women-I mean sage ones? With such kind words my partner you accost, That I'm afraid his senses he has lost. To me you speak not-if you know so well 1. Witch. All hail! Less than Macbeth, and yet more great. 2. Witch. Tho' not so happy-happier thy fate." 3. Witch. Tho' Banquo thou shalt never be a king, 1. Witch. Hail Banquo and Macbeth, we must away. |