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Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. MACB. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is 't called to Forres ? What are
these So wither'd 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 By each at once her chappy finger laying
[me, Upon her skinny lips : you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
МАСв. Speak, if you can: what are you? FIRST WITCH. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee,
thane of Glamis ! Sec. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee,
thane of Cawdor! THIRD WITCH. All hail, Macbeth, thou 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,
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.
FIRST WITCH. Hail !
Sec. WITCH. Hail !
thou be none :
FIRST WITCH. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail !
Macb. Stay,you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about?
MacB. Your children shall be kings.
You shall be king.
Enter Ross and ANGUS. Ross. The king hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy success; and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend Which should be thine or his : silenced with that, In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as hail Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour’d them down before him. Ang.
We are sent To give thee from our royal master thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay
thee. Ross. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, 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 In borrow'd robes ?
dress me Ang.
Who was the thane lives yet;
But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
МАСВ. . [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
Thanks for your pains. [To Ban.] Do you not hope your children shall be
That trusted home
[Aside] Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.— I thank
you, gentlemen. [Aside] 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
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Look, how our partner's rapt. MACB. [Aside] If chance will have me king, why,
chance may crown me, Without
New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use. МАСв. .
[Aside] Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. MacB. Give me your
favour: dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. Think
upon what hath chanced, and, at more time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other. Ban.
Very gladly. MacB. Till then, enough. Come, friends.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.
Forres. The palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,
LENNOX, and Attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return’d ? MAL.