MACBETH. ACT I. SCENE L An open place. Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches. 1. Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2. Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, That will be ere set of sun. When the battle's lost and won: 3. Witch. 1. Witch. Where the place? 2. Witch. Upon the heath: 5. Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. 1. Witch. I come, Graymalkin! All. Paddock calls: Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Anon. Hover through the fog and filthy air. WITCHES vanish SCENE II. A Camp near Fores. Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MAL COLM, DONALBAIN, LENOx, with attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier. Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, As scemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the sergeant, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought 'Gainst my captivity: Hail, brave friend! Say to the King the knowledge of the broil, Sold. Doubtfully it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald (Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that, The multiplying villainies of nature Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles Like valour's minion, Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; 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 seem'd to come, Discomfort swe.ls. Mark, King of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, Dun. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Yes; As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy They smack of honour both: wounds; surgeons. [Exit Soldier, attended. Who comes here? Enter RoSSE. Mal. The worthy Thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange. Rosse. God save the King! Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane? Rosse. From Fife, great King, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, And fan our people cold. Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The Thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, Dun. Great happiness! Rosse. That now 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 [Exeunt. Won. SCENE III. Thunder. 1. Witch. 2. Witch. A Heath. Enter the three Witches. 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 1: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. And, like a rat without a tail, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 1 2. Witch. T'll give thee a wind. 1. Witch. 3. Witch. 1. Witch. Thou art kind. And I another. I myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow, 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. Mac. So foul and fair a day I have not scen. How far is't call'd to Fores? are these, Ban. So wither'd, and so wild in their attire; What |