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A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. FIRST Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Sec. WITCH. When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
THIRD Witch. That will be ere the set of sun.
FIRST WITCH. Where the place?
Upon the heath.
THIRD WITCH. There to meet with Macbeth.
FIRST WITCH. I come, Graymalkin !
Sec. WITCH. Paddock calls.
THIRD WITCH. Anon.
All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair : Hover through the fog and filthy air,
A camp near Forres.
Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONAL-
BAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend !
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him—from the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied ;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore : but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth-well he deserves that name-
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman !
Ser. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had with valour arm’d
Compell’d these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
Began a fresh assault.
Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell.
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
Dun. So well thy words become the as thy
They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
[Exit Sergeant, attended. Who comes here?
The worthy thane of Ross.
LEN. What a haste looks through his eyes !
So should he look
That seems to speak things strange.
God save the king !
Dun. Whence camest thou, worthy thane ?
From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
With terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
The victory fell on us.
Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition ;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest: go pronounce his presentdeath, And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Ross. I 'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath
[Exeunt. SCENE III.
A heath near Forres.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
FIRST Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
Sec. WITCH. Killing swine.
THIRD WITCH. Sister, where thou?
FIRST WITCH. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in
And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd :-Give
me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I 'll do, and I'll do.
Sec. Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
FIRST Witch. Thou 'rt kind.
THIRD WITCH. And I another.
First Witch. I myself have all the other,
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.
I will drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid :
Weary se'nnights nine times nine
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
Look what I have.
Sec. WITCH. Show me, show me.
First Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. [Drum within.
THIRD 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
And thrice again, to make up
nine. Peace! the charm's wound up.