SCENE II. The Palace at Fores. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENox, Rosse, and Attendants, meeting a bleeding OFFICER. King. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the sergeant, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Off. Doubtfully it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, Of Kernes and Gallow-glasses is supply'd; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Like valour's minion, Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave; King. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd, But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, King. Dismay'd not this Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ? As sparrows, eagles; or the hare, the lion.— King. So well thy words become thee, as thy wounds; They smack of honour both :-Go, get him surgeons. [Exeunt OFFICER, and two ATTENDANTS. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy thane of Fife. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! That seems to speak things strange. Enter MACDuff. Macd. God save the king! King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane? Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, King. Great happiness! Macd. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; King. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Macd. I'll see it done. [Exeunt MACDUFF and LENOX. King. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt. SCENE HI. A Heath. Thunder and Lightning. 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 mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht:-" Give me," quoth I. "Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tyger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail, 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 I'the shipman's card. I will drain him dry as hay: 2 Witch. Show me, show me. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come. [A March at a Distance. All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about. 2 Witch. Thrice to thine,— 3 Witch. And thrice to mine,1 Witch. And thrice again, All. To make up nine. 1 Witch. Peace;-the charm's wound up. Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, and the Army. Macb. Command they make a halt upon the heath. [Within.] Halt,-halt,-halt. Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. That look not like the inhabitants o'the earth, you are so. Macb. Speak, if you can;-What are you? 1 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 shall 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 That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: And say, which grain will grow, and which will not; Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, 1 Witch. Hail! 2 Witch. Hail!· 3 Witch. Hail! 1 Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. All. So, all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail ! [Going. Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis; No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence |