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King. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de
ceive Our bosom interest :—Go, pronounce his present'
death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Macd. I'll see it done.
[Exeunt Macduff and Lenox. King. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.—Exeunt.
Thunder and Lightning.
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.
2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
I will drain him dry as hay:
2 Witch. Show me, show me.
1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.
[A March at a Distance. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come.
All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,
2 Witch. Thrice to thine,
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, and the Army.
Ban. How far is't call'd to Forest-What are these,
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 shall 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 fantastical, or that indeed, Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will
not; Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your
hate. 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 shaft get kings, though thou be
All. So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail !
[Going Macb. Stay,--you imperfect speakers, tell me
By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis;
With such prophetic greeting ?-
[Thunder and Lightning.—Witches vanish. Speak, I charge you.
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 seemed corporal,
melted As breath into the wind.-—'Would they had staid !
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about?
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Enter Macduff and Lenox.
Len. We are sent,
Ban. What! can the devil speak true?
Macd. Who was the thane, lives yet ;
Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
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, Might yet
unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But, 'tis strange : 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: 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, But what is not.
Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.