Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers. The Ghost of Banquo, and other Apparitions. SCENE, in the end of the fourth Act, in England; through the rest of the Play, in Scotland. ACT I. SCENE I. 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, When the battle 's lost and won. 355 Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the sergeant, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Sold. Doubtful 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 villanies of nature Do swarm upon him) from the western isles Like valour's minion, carv'd out his passage, Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, 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, With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds: They smack of honour both. Who comes here? Mal. [Exit Soldier, attended. Enter ROSSE and ANGUS. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, that seems to speak things strange. Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Rossc. From Fife, great king; Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky And fan our people cold. Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, began 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 present death, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. SCENE III. A Heath. [Exeunt Thunder. 1 Witch. Enter the three Witches. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. 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: "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. 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 2 Witch. 1 Witch. Show me, show me. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. 3 Witch. A drum! a drum! Macbeth doth come. All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Enter MACBETH and BANQUo. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. [Drum within. 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 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, Upon her skinny lips : You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. |