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Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,

The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; toto
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, an
Confronted him with self-comparisons,

Point against point, rebellious arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
The victory fell on us; -

Dun.

Rosse. That now

Great happiness!

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 deceive
Our bosom interest.

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Go, pronounce his present death,

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Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

SCENE III.

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A Heath.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

1 Witch.

2 Witch.

Where hast thou been, sister?
Killing.swine.

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:

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"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.

2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.

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1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow, on
All the quarters that they know

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I'll drain him dry as hay:

Sleep shall, neither night nor day,

Hang upon his pent-house lid; aut
He shall live a man forbid.

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You Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine: ita
Though his bark cannot be lost,

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Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd. bathew"

Look what I have.

2 Witch. Show me, show me.

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

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3 Witch. A drum! a drum! nou
Macbeth doth come.

All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,

Thus do go about, about: 6.44
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine.

Peace! the charm's wound up.

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Enter MACBETH and BANQUo.

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

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Ban. How far is 't call'd to Fores? What are these,
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire, din

That look not like th' 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,

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And yet your beards forbid me to interpret

That you are so.

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Speak, if you can. What are you?

Macb. 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 tu sai Things that do sound so fair? I the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

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Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction
Of noble having, and of royal hope,

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That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time, Jemenas
And say which grain will grow, and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, s
Your favours, nor your hate.

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Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Not so happy, yet much happier.

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1 Witch.

2 Witch.

3 Witch.

So, all hail,

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Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
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 prophetic greeting? - Speak, I charge you.

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[Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,

And these are of them.

Macb. Into the air;
As breath into the wind.

Whither are they vanish'd? on and what seem'd corporal, melted ne

'Would they had stay'd!

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Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about,

Or have we eaten on the insane root,
That takes the reason prisoner?

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Macb. Your children shall be kings.

Ban.

You shall be king.

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

a Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here?

Enter Ross and ANGUS.

Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,

The news of thy success; and when he reads

Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,

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Which should be thine, or his. Silenc'd with that, 'hunt on silence.

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In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Couron
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale,
Came post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.
Ang.

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We are sent,

To give thee from our royal master thanks;

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Only to herald thee into his sight, cendre comme des heracks Not pay thee.

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Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bade me from him call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,

For it is thine.

Ban.

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What! can the devil speak true?

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Macò. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me

In borrow'd robes?

Ang.

Who was the thane, lives yet;

But under heavy judgment bears that life

Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combin'd
With those of Norway, or did line the rebel

With hidden help and vantage, or that with both

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He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd,

Have overthrown him.

Macb.

The greatest is behind.

Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
Thanks for your pains. -
you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,

Do

Promis'd no less to them?

Ban.

That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 't is strange :
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths; /
..,Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

In deepest consequence.
Cousins, a word, I pray you.

Macb.

Two truths are told,

As happy prologues to the swelling act

Of the imperial theme. — I thank you, gentlemen.
This supernatural soliciting

Cannot be ill; cannot be good : — if ill,

Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.

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My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastica!,imern
Shakes so my single state of man, that function

Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is, pres

But what is not.

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Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown

Without my stir.

Ban.

me,

New honours come upon him,

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