That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Macb. Speak if you can: What are you? 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?-I' 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 Macb. Into the air; and what seemed corporal, melted As breath into the wind. 'Would they had stayed. Or have we eaten of the insane root, Macb. Your children shall be kings. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Enter ROSSE and ANGUS. Rosse. The King hath happily received, Mac- The news of thy success: and when he reads That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not: He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, And say which grain will grow and which will not, 1st Witch. Hail! 2nd Witch. Hail! 3rd Witch. Hail! 1st Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2nd Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3rd Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! 1st Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! By Sinel's death, I know I am thane of Glamis; you. Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, 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.- Cannot be ill cannot be good. If ill, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Ban. Look how our partner's rapt. may crown me, Without my Ban. stir. New honors come upon him The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved; Like our strange garments; cleave not to their More is thy due than more than all can pay. mould Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, Which do but what they should, by doing every- Safe toward your love and honor. Dun. I have begun to plant thee, and will labor Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Macb. The rest is labor which is not used for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful partner of greatness; 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 It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, What thou wouldst That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou 'dst have, great Glamis, That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, And chastise with the valor of my tongue One of my fellows had the speed of him; SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in MACBETH's Than would make up his message. Castle. 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 knowledge. 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 allhailed 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 And take my milk for gall, you murdering min- By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Dun. Enter LADY MACBETH. See, see! our honored hostess ! The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. All our service Lady M. In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend Against those honors deep and broad, wherewith Your majesty loads our house. For those of old, And the late dignities heaped up to them, We rest your hermits. [Exeunt. By your leave, hostess. [Exeunt. - shoal of time,- But here, upon this bank and Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur But screw your courage to the sticking-place, To prick the sides of my intent, but only Enter LADY MACBETH. And we 'll not fail! When Duncan is asleep Lady M. He has almost supped: Why have Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason Macb. We will proceed no further in this The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon |