Till he difburfed, at Saint Colmefkil ifle * King. No more that Thane of Cawdor fhall deceive Roffe. I'll fee it done. King. What he hath loft, noble Macbeth hath won. SCENE III. Changes to the heath.. Thunder. Enter the three Witches.. Witch. Where haft thou been, fifter? 2 Witch. Killing fwine.. 3 Witch. Sifter, where thou? [Exeunt.. 1 Witch. A failor's wife had chefnuts in her lap, And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht. Give me,, quoth I.. Aroint thee, witch!-the rump-fed ronyon cries. 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. I Witch. Thou art kind.. 3 Witch. And I another.. I Witch. I myself have all the other,, And the very points they blow; I will drain him dry as hay, Weary fev'n-nights, nine times nine,. Look what I have. * One of the western ifles of Scotland, otherwife called font.. 2 Witch. Shew me, fhew me. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum ! Macbeth doth come! [Drum within. All. The weyward fifters, hand in hand, Pofters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again to make up nine! Peace!- -the charm's wound up. SCENE IV. Enter Macbeth and Banquo, with Soldiers and other Atendants. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. - Ban. How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, That man may question? You feem to understand me, Mach. Speak, if you can; what are you? 1. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis ! 2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! 3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be King here. after. Ban. Good Sir, why do you ftart, and feem to fear That he feems rapt withal; to me you speak not. fantafiical, for supernatural, spiritual. And: And fay, which grain will grow and which will not, Your favours nor your hate. 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail!' I Witch. Leffer than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not fo happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none;: So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! I Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect fpeakers, tell me more. No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence With fuch prophetic greeting?-Speak, I charge you.. 'Would they had staid! Ban. Were fuch things here as we do fpeak about? Or have we eaten of the infane root, That takes the reafon prisoner? Macb. Your children fhall be Kings. Ban. You fhall be King.. Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not fo? Ban. To th' felf-fame tune, and words. Who's here? SCENE V... Enter Roffe and Angus. Roffe. The King hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, *The father of Macbeth. Silenc'd with that, In In viewing o'er the reft o' th' self-same day, Aug. We are fent, To give thee, from our royal mafter, thanks; Not pay thee.. Roffe. And for an earnest of a greater honour, For it is thine. Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. Glamis and Thane of Cawdor!* [Afide.. [To Angus. Do you not hope your children fhall be Kings? [To Banquo.. When thofe that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me, Ban. That, trufted home,. Might yet inkindle † you unto the crown, But 'tis ftrange:: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, In deepest confequence. Coufins, a word, I pray you. [To Roffe and Angus.. Macb.. tinkindle, for to flimulate you to feck. Macb. Two truths are told, [Afide. you, Gentlemen As happy prologues to the fwelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank Cannot be ill; cannot be good.—If ill, My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, But what is not . Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt! Macb. If chance will have me King, why, chance may crown me, Without my ftir. Ban. New honours come upon him, Afide. Like our ftrange garments cleave not to their mould, Macb. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs thro' the roughest day. [Afide. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leifure. Macb. Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought With things forgot. Kind Gentlemen, your pains The leaf to read them-- -Let us tow'rd the King; [To Banquo (The interim having weigh'd it), let us speak Our free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough: come, friends. foliciting, for information. + yield, not for confent, but for to be fubdued by. furmife, for contemplation. [Exeunt. SCENE i. e. I can give no attention to any thing but to the future pre fpect of the crown. |