'Gainst my captivity.—Hail, brave friend! Say to the king thy knowledge of the broil 3) As thou didst leave it. 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 Like valour's minion, Carv'd out his passage till he fac'd the slave; Dun. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, Yes; Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?(9) Serg. As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. Doubly (10) redoubled strokes upon the foe: 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 surgeons. Who comes here? [Exit Sergeant, attended. The worthy thane of Ross. Len. What haste looks through his eyes (11) So should he look That seems to speak things strange.(12) Enter Ross.(13) Ross. God save the king! Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? From Fife, great king; Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor, began(14) a dismal conflict; Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, Dun. Ross. That now Great happiness! Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursèd, 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 present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Ross. I'll see it done. Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A heath. 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 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, 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 art 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 Sec. Witch. Show me, show me. First Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. 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, [Drum within. And thrice again, to make up nine :- Enter MACBETH and BANQUO; Soldiers at some distance. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Forres ?(16)-What are these So wither'd, and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on't?-Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, Upon her skinny lips :-you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret Macb. Speak, if you can ;—what are you? Glamis ! Sec. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! Third Witch. All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter! Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner That he seems rapt withal :-to me you speak not: And say which grain will grow, and which will not, First Witch. Hail! Sec. Witch. Hail! Third 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 !(17) Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death I know I'm thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about? That takes the reason prisoner? Macb. Your children shall be kings. Ban. You shall be king. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too,-went it not so? Enter Ross and ANGUS. Ross. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, Which should be thine or his : silenc'd with that, 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.(19) Ross. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, |