I' the shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay; 2 Witch. Show me, show me. 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wrecked, as homeward he did come. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come. All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about; Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, Peace! the charm's wound up. Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. [Drum within. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. 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, Upon her skinny lips.-You should be women, Macb. 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 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 show? My noble partner That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not. And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail! 3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none; So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! 1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers; tell me more. No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about? Or have we eaten of the insane root, That takes the reason prisoner? You shall be king. Macb. Your children shall be kings. Rosse. The king hath happily received, Macbeth, Which should be thine, or his: Silenced with that, We are sent, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honor, 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? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives. Why do 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 hidden help and vantage; or that with both 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, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange! Win us with honest trifles, to betray us 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, 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, My thought, whose murder 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 stir. Ban. New honors come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Macb. The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.- Our free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough.- Come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and Attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Mal. Dun. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face. He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.- O worthiest cousin! Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me; thou art so far before, To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserved; Are to your throne and state, children and servants; Dun. Welcome hither; I have begun to plant thee, and will labor Ban. The harvest is your own. Dun. There if I grow, My plenteous joys, 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 I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, humbly take my leave. you. [Aside. Dun. It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, [Exit. [Flourish. Exeunt |