MACBETH. ACT I. SCENE I. An open Place. Thunder and Lightning. 1 Witch. WHEN shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won: 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun. 1 Witch. Where the place? 2 Witch. Upon the heath: 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin! All. Paddock calls :-Anon. Fair is foul, and foul is fair : Hover through the fog and filthy air. SCENE II. [Witches vanish. A Camp near Fores. Alarum within. Enter King DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier. Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. This is the sergeant, Mal. Sold. Doubtfully 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 villainies 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 Kernes to trust their heels; But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of Began a fresh assault. Dun. men, Dismay'd not this Yes; Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Sold. As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion. Doubly 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. [Exit Soldier, attended. Enter Rosse. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look, That seems to speak things strange. Rosse. God save 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. Rosse. That now Great happiness! Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch ", Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his 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. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2 Witch. Killing swine. 3 Witch. Sister, where thou? 1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd : Give me, quoth I: Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon7 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 8, I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind. 1 Witch. Thou art kind. 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 I will drain him dry as hay: 2 Witch. Show me, show me. 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. [Drum within. All. The weird 10 sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, |