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ACT I. SCENE 1.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witches.
1 Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?
2 Witch. When the hurly-burly's done, *When the battle's lost and won :
3 Witch. That will be ere th’set of sun.
All. Paddock calls : Anon*.
Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM,
DONALBAIN, LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Captain.
King. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.
Mal. This is the serjeant*,
Cap. Doubtful it stood* ;
King. Oh, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !
Cap. * As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion, Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break* ; 40 So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come, *Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d, Compellid these skipping Kernes to trust their heels But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men,
King. Dismay'd not this
King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds; They smack of honour both :--Go, get him surgeons.
Who comes here?
Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.
should he look*,
Rosse. God save the king !
Rosse. From Fife, great king,
70 Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor 3
The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict :
King. Great happiness!
80 Sweno, the Norway's king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, 'Till he disbursed, at * Saint Colmes' inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
King. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest :--Go, pronounce his present'death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Rosse. I'll see done.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. 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 mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht : Give
me, quoth I. * Aroint thee, witch! the *rump-fed *rọnyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’the Tyger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail*,
1 Witch. I myself have all the other ;
2 Witch. Shew me, shew me.
1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck’d, as homeward he did come. [Drum within.
3 Witch. A drum, a drum;
All. *The weird sisters, hand in hand,