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Though his bark cannot be lost, . ' » » Yet it shall be tempest töss’d: :: '1 Look what I have.. .... .. .1

2 Witch. Show me, show me. I ... on nii

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

3 Witch. A drum, a drum; ...' .'* Macbeth doth come.' is Home 10

All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,' ,!, Posters of the sea and land, .” 2003 Vr!". Thus do go about, about; "" " or "I miss line Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, ". And thrice again to make up nine :: -1,16 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. · Ban. How far is't calPd to Fores ? - What are these, So wither'd 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 for 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? 1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of - Glamis ! .

i 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of

Cawdor!

3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! thou shalt be king

hereafter. Pr i s ; , bayin )
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 1, !
Ye greet with present grace, and great prediction , //
Of noble having, and of royal hope, ! ! ,11
That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds of time, il ne
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not;
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, tits
Your favours, nor your hate, ,, ..... . 'I

1 Witch. Hail! sorrisi s lit
2 Witch. Hail ! ! ns, M!.. 17:34
3 Witch. Hail !
1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier...? 4.3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! !! Hicks

1 Witch. Banquo; and Macbeth, all hail! T

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more : By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis ; in But how of Cawdor ? the thane of Cawdor lives, a A prosperous gentleman; and to be king, wat Stands not within the prospect of belief, d i e No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence ;

You owe this strange intelligence? or why "Upon this blasted heath you stop our way to

With such prophetick greeting ?-Speak, I charge you. *.!;', ...) ' ("V ine! [Witchęs vanish.

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, »!" And these are of them :-Whither are they vanish'd ?'

Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted As breath into the wind.—'Would they had staid !",

Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about? Or have we eaten of the insane root, ... and That takes the reason prisoner? :-) :..*?;!' " !! Macb. Your children shall be kings...' : ',Did Ban. You shall be king. '

': ;!! :) Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so ? :? Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here?

Enter Rosse and Angus. , I' , Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth," !!! The news of thy success : and when he reads. 1, Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, . 13.!. :/ ?? His wonders and his praises do contend, 'IoTO!!** Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that, se] In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, for ill He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, hasil Nothing afеard of what 'thyself didst make, sis,: A Strange images of death. As thick as tale, 3.!)."; : ."T Came post with post; and every one did bear... .? Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, '

n o n And pour'd them down before him.,'t in s Ang. We are sent,

. ....:: : To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; '...!! To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. i

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. What can the devil speak true? 19. Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you . .. dress mei n

is j ! .. In borrow'd robes ? . i. Issiqisindeki

Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet ; . But under heavy judgment bears that life, :som viri Which he deserves to lose. Whether he wasn ; Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel auto With hidden help and vantage; or that with both w He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; j ii But treasons capital, confessd, and prov'd, 1 1 Have overthrown him.

Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor The greatest is behind. Thanks for your paios. Do you not hope your children shall be kings, ...si When those, that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,..'' Promis'd no less to them? . i. ;.,

Ban. That, trusted home, ..
Might yet enkindle you into the crown, .
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: w
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:' 'w
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man, that function,
Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, . 1°
But what is not.

Ban. Look, how our partner's tapt, ' ' "! Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, yer

! Without my stir. ..in ri isi'; ?!

Ban. New honours come upon him, ... :''A Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Isprong 3! ! 3,. f.

Macb. Come what come may;' .'},';;!!! Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. i.

Ban. Worthy Macbeth we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me your favour --my dull brain was wrought

in, With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your painsa Are register'd, where every day I turn The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.-Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, I The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak ,minis Our free hearts each to other. . ..

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T Ban. Very gladly. sin

T Macb. Till then, enough.--Come, friends. [.Exeunt.

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