Sold. Yes; As fparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. Doubly redoubled ftrokes upon the foe : I cannot tell : But I am faint, my gafhes cry for help. Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds; They smack of honour both :-Go, get him furgeons. [Exit Soldier, attended. Enter ROSSE. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy thane of Roffe. Len. What a hafte looks through his eyes! So fhould he look, That feems to speak things ftrange. Roffe. God fave the king! From Fife, great king, Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane ? Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict Dun. Great happiness! B 2 Roffe. Roffe. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves compofition; Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch, Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor fhall deceive Our bofom interest:-Go, pronounce his death, Roffe. I'll fee it done. Dun. What he hath loft, noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1. Witch. Where haft thou been, fifter? 2. Witch. Killing fwine. 3. Witch. Sifter, where thou? 1.Witch. A failor's wife had chefnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd :Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, mafter o' the Tiger: But in a fieve I'll thither fail, And, like a rat without a tail, 2. Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 3. Witch. And I another. 1. Witch. I myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know 1. Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come. 3. Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come. All. The weird fifters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about; Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, [Drum within. Enter MACBETH and BANQUO. Mac. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. 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 me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips :-You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret 1. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis ! 12. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! 3. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that fhalt be king hereafter Ban. Good fir, why do you ftart; and feem to fear Things that do found fo fair ?--I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye fhow? My noble partner That he feems rapt withal; to me you speak not: And fay, which grain will grow, and which will not; Your favours, nor your hate. 1. Witch. Hail! 2. Witch. Hail! 3. Witch. Hail! 1. Witch. Leffer than Macbeth, and greater. 2. Witch. Not fo 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 fpeakers, tell me more: No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence Upon this blafted heath you ftop our way With fuch prophetick greeting ?-Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish. Ban. |