As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seemed to And mounched, and mounched, and mounched:"Give me," quoth I: "Aroint thee, witch!" 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. 2nd Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 1st Witch. Thou art kind. 3rd Witch. And I another 1st Witch. I myself have all the other; I will drain him dry as hay: 2nd Witch. Shew me, shew me. 1st Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wrecked as homeward he did 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, 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 ea h at once her choppy finger laying Macb. Speak if you can: What are you? 1st Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis ! 2nd Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! 3rd 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, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew? My noble partner That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not: As breath into the wind. 'Would they had stayed. Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten of the insane root, Macb. Your children shall be kings. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here? Enter Rosse and ANGUS. Rosse. The King hath happily received, Mac beth, The news of thy success: and when he reads As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentlemen.- Cannot be ill cannot be good. If ill, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, To find the mind's construction in the face: Enter MACBETH, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties: and our duties Are, to your throne and state, children and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing everything Safe toward your love and honour. I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Dun. My plenteous joys, Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Macb. The rest is labour which is not used for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, humbly take my leave. Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [Aside. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, And in his commendations I am fed; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in MACBETH'S Castle. Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter. "They met me in the day of success; and I have learned, by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves-air, into which they vanished, Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me Thane of Cawdor;' by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, 'Hail, king that shalt be!'-This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell." Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Enter an Attendant. Atten. The King comes here to-night. Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Atten. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: Give him tending; One of my fellows had the speed of him; Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, "Hold, hold!"-Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! SCENE VII.-The same. A Room in the Castle. It were done quickly. If the assassination |