Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heels: Dun. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Sold. Yes; As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: 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. [Exit Soldier, attended. Enter Rosse. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Rosse. From Fife, great king, Where the Norweyan banners flout* the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, Dun. Rosse. That now Great happiness! Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; 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, Rosse. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. * Mock. + Shakspeare means Mars. Defended by armour of proof. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swiue. 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! the rump-fed ronyont cries. 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 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 ‡. I will drain him dry as hay: 2 Witch. Show me, show me. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come.. [Drum within. 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: Enter Macbeth and Banquo. 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, 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, 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, • Prophetick sisters. Are ye fantastical*, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: And say, 1 Witch. 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 [Witches vanish. you. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them:-Whither are they vanish'd? Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid! Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about? * Supernatural, spiritual. Rapturously affected. |