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They smack of honour both.-Go, get him sur
geons. [Exit Soldier, attended.
SCENE II.-A Camp near Fores. Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, MalcOLM, DONALBAIN,
Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
Mal. This is the sergeant,
Sold. Doubtful it stood;
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 seemed to
come, Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland,
mark: No sooner justice had, with valour arined, Compelled these skipping kernes to trust their
Dun. Dismayed not this
Who comes here?
Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.
should he look
Rosse. God save the King !
Rosse. From Fife, great king,
Dun. Great happiness!
Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norways' king craves composition ; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he disburséd, at Saint Colmés' inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall
deceive Our bosom interest.-Go, pronounce his present
Rosse. I'll see it done.
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 chesnuts in her
lap, And mounched, and mounched, and mounched :
“Give me," quoth I: “Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’the
2nd Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
1st Witch. I myself have all the other;
2nd Witch. Shew me, shew me.
1st Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wrecked as homeward he did come.
[Drum within. 3rd Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come.
AU. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
1st Witch. Hail!
be none : So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
1st 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.
[Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanished? Macb. Into the air; and what seemed corporal,
melted As breath into the wind. 'Would they had stayed. Ban. Were such things here as we do speak
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't called to Fores?- What are
these, So withered, and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the 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 choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
Macb. Speak if you can : What are you? Ist 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 ?–1' the name of
truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew? My noble partner Ye greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope, , That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Enter Rosse and Angus. Rosse. The King hath happily received, Mac
Ang. We are sent
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 !
Ban. What, can the devil speak true?
you dress me In borrowed robes ?
Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was Combined with Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage, or that with both He laboured in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confessed and proved, Have overthrown him.
Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains.Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promised 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 : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state
man, that function Is smothered in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Ban. Look how our partner's rapt.
may crown me, Without my stir.
Ban. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their
mould But with the aid of use. Macb.
Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your
leisure. Macb. Give me your favour: my dull brain
Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,
Lenox, and Attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet returned ?
Mal. My liege,
Dun. There's no art
Enter MACBETH, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved; That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! only I have left to say, More is thy due than more than all can pay.
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties : and our duties Are, to your throne and state, children and
servants ; Which do but what they should, by doing every
thing Safe toward your love and honour.
Dun. Welcome hither : I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me infold thee, And hold thee to my heart. Ban.
There if I grow, The harvest is your own.
Dun. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes, And you whose places are the nearest, know, We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, The Prince of Cumberland : which honour must Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you.
Macb. The rest is labour which is not used
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
Dun. My worthy Cawdor !
[ Aside. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
[Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish. Exeunt.
Enter an Attendant.
Thou 'rt mad to say it:
coming : One of my fellows had the speed of him; Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message. Lady M.
Give him tending; He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse
[Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, topfull Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering mi
nisters, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, “ Hold, hold !”—Great Glamis ! worthy
Scene V.-Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's
Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter. "They met me in the day of success; and I have learned, by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal know edge. 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!'-This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatliess; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.”
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy
nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great;
Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant.
Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night.
Lady M. And when goes hence?