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Sol. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.
Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds;
[Exit Soldier, attended.
Who comes here?
The worthy thane of Rosse.
Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange.
God save the king!
From Fife, great king,
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky,
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:
Rosse. That now
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Rosse. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
SCENE III-A Heath. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.
1st Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
2nd Witch. Killing swine.
3rd Witch. Sister, where thou?
1st Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And mounch'd and mounch'd and mounch'd ;-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:
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I will drain him dry as hay:
2nd Witch. Show me, show me. 1st Witch. Here I have a pilot's thum, Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
3rd Witch. A drum, 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 not seen.
Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores ?-What are these,
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each 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 show? My noble partner
That he seems wrapt withal; to me you speak not:
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not;
1st Witch. Hail!
2nd Witch. Hail!
3rd Witch. Hail!
1st Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
2nd Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
3rd Witch. Thy children shall be kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
1st Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail!
Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more :
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about ?
That takes the reason prisoner?
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
You shall be king.
Enter ROSSE and ANGUS.
Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
We are sent,
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honor,
What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ?
Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
Two truths are told,
Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-If ill,
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
But what is not.
Look, how our partner's rapt.
Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir.
New honors come upon him
Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould,
But with the aid of use.
Come what come may;
The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.—
Macbeth goes to Fores to pay his duty to King Duncan, who confirms him in his title of Thane of Cawdor, and as a farther proof of the royal favor, the King announces his intention of visiting Macbeth at his Castle in Inverness. Macbeth leaves the King to be the "harbinger" of the monarch's proposed visit.
The Scene changes to the Castle of Macbeth, and Lady Macbeth enters, reading a Letter she has just received from her husband.
Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle.
Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.
Lady M. 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 1