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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.


Are ye


Sec. WITCH. Hail !
FIRST WITCH. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Sec. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
THIRD WITCH. Thou shalt get kings, though

thou be none :
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo !

FIRST WITCH. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail !

Macb. Stay,you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge

[Witches vanish.
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 seem'd corporal

As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd !

Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?

MacB. Your children shall be kings.

You shall be king.
MacB. And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
Ban. To the selfsame tune and words. Who's


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 under heavy judgement bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was

With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not ;


But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
Have overthrown him.

МАСВ. . [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
The greatest is behind. [To Ross and Angus]

Thanks for your pains. [To Ban.] Do you not hope your children shall be

When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
Promised no less to them?

That trusted home
Might yet enkindle you 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's
In deepest consequence.
Cousins, a word, I pray you.

[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

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,

: my

Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not.

Look, how our partner's rapt. MACB. [Aside] If chance will have me king, why,

chance may crown me, Without


stir. Ban.

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.

My liege,

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