Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorise another Golgotha, I cannot tell. But I am faint,my gashes cry for help. DUNCAN So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honour both.Go get him surgeons. [Exit Sergeant,attended] Who comes here? [Enter ROSS] MALCOLM The worthy thane of Ross. LENNOX What a haste looks through his eyes!So should he look That seems to speak things strange. ROSS God save the king! DUNCAN Whence camest thou,worthy thane? ROSS From Fife,great king; Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky And fan our people cold.Norway himself, With terrible numbers
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorise another Golgotha, I cannot tell. But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. DUNCAN So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. [Exit Sergeant, attended] Who comes here? [Enter ROSS] MALCOLM The worthy thane of Ross. LENNOX What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to speak things strange. ROSS God save the king! DUNCAN Whence camest thou, worthy thane? ROSS From Fife, great king; Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky And fan our people cold. Norway himself, With terrible numbers
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor,began a dismal conflict; Till that Bellona's bridegroom,lapp'd in proof, Confronted him with self-comparisons, Point against point rebellious,arm'gainst arm. Curbing his lavish spirit:and,to conclude, The victory fell on us. DUNCAN Great happiness! ROSS That now Sweno,the Norways'king,craves composition: Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch Ten thousand dollars to our general use. DUNCAN 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. DUNCAN What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt] Scene 3
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, Confronted him with self-comparisons, Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, The victory fell on us. DUNCAN Great happiness! ROSS That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition: Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch Ten thousand dollars to our general use. DUNCAN 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. DUNCAN What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt] Scene 3
[A heath near Forres.] [Thunder.Enter the three Witches] First Witch Where hast thou been,sister? Second Witch Killing swine. Third Witch Sister,where thou? First Witch A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And munch'd,and munch'd,and munch'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. Second Witch I'll give thee a wind. First Witch Thou'rt kind. Third Witch And I another
[A heath near Forres.] [Thunder. Enter the three Witches] First Witch Where hast thou been, sister? Second Witch Killing swine. Third Witch Sister, where thou? First Witch A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'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. Second Witch I'll give thee a wind. First Witch Thou'rt 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 I'the shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid: Weary se'nnights nine times nine Shall he dwindle,peak and pine: Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-tost. Look what I have. Second Witch Show me,show me. First Witch Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. [Drum within] 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 And thrice again,to make up nine. Peace!the charm's wound up
First Witch I myself have all the other, And the very ports they blow, All the quarters that they know I' the shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid: Weary se'nnights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak and pine: Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-tost. Look what I have. Second Witch Show me, show me. First Witch Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd as homeward he did come. [Drum within] 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 And thrice again, to make up nine. Peace! the charm's wound up
[Enter MACBETH and BANQUO] MACBETH So foul and fair a day I have not seen. BANQUO 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, 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 chappy finger laying Upon her skinny lips:you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. MACBETH Speak,if you can:what are you? First Witch All hail,Macbeth!hail to thee,thane of Glamis! Second Witch All hail,Macbeth,hail to thee,thane of Cawdor! Third Witch All hail,Macbeth,thou shalt be king hereafter! BANQUO 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
[Enter MACBETH and BANQUO] MACBETH So foul and fair a day I have not seen. BANQUO 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, 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 chappy finger laying Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. MACBETH Speak, if you can: what are you? First Witch All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! Second Witch All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! Third Witch All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter! BANQUO 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