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Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
Dun. 0, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !
Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seemd to come, Discomfort* swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark; No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, Compellid these skipping Kernes to trust their heels: But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, Began a fresh assault. Dun.
Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Sold. As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion, If I say sootht, I must report they were As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks; So they Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe : Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorize another Golgothat, 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 hirn surgeons.
[Exit Soldier, attended.
Who comes here?
The worthy thane of Rosse.
should he look, That seems to speak things strange. Rosse.
God save the king!
* The opposite to comfort. + Truth, | Make another Golgotha as memorable as the first.
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
From Fife, great king,
Great happiness! Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de
Rosse. I'll see it done.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:
Give me, quoth I:
2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
• Avaunt, begone.
2 Witch. Show me, show me.
1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.
[Drum within. 3 Witch. A dran, a drum; Macbeth doth come.
All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have pot seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores? - What are
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; aud seem to
fear, Things that do sound so fair?-I' the name of truth,
• Prophetick sisters,
Are ye fantastical", or that indeed
1 Witch. Hail !
pone : 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 thiese 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
• Supernatural, spiritual.