Sold. 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 kernes to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, Began a fresh assault. Dun. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Sold. Yes; As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. As cannons overcharged with double cracks ; I cannot tell : But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honour both.-Go, get him [Exit Soldier, attended. surgeons. Who comes here? Mal. Enter ROSSE. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes ! So should he look that seems to speak strange things. Rosse. God save the king! Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Rosse. From Fife, great king, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict: Point against point, rebellious arm 'gainst arm, Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, The victory fell on us ;— Dun. Rosse. That now Great happiness! Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest.-Go, pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Rosse. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. I Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? I Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd: -Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. But in a sieve I'll thither sail, 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 3 Witch. And I another. I Witch. I myself have all the other; All the quarters that they know I'll drain him dry as hay : Sleep shall neither night nor day 2 Witch. Show me, show me. I Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum : Macbeth doth come. [Drum within. 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 : Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Forres?-What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, By each at once her choppy finger laying Macb. Speak, if you can ;-what are you? I 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 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, I Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. 3 Witch. Hail! Hail! I 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! I 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, 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 seem'd corporal, melted 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 ? |