Mal. This is the Serjeant, Who like a good and hardy Soldier fought Cap. Doubtful it stood; As two fpent Swimmers, that do cling together, Which never fhook Hands, nor bid farewel to him, King. O valiant Coufin! worthy Gentleman! King. Difmaid not this our Captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Or the Hare the Lion. If I fay footh, I muft report they were As Cannons overcharg'd with double Cracks, I cannot tell But I am faint, my Gafhes cry for help King. So well thy Words become thee, as thy Wounds, They fmack of Honour both: Go, get him Surgeons. Enter Roffe and Angus. Who comes here ? Mal. The worthy Thane of Roffe. Len. What hafte looks through his Eyes? King. Whence cam'ft thou, worthy Thane ? Where the Norweyan Banners flout the Sky, Norway himfelf, with terrible Numbers, The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal Conflict, Point against Point, rebellious Arm 'gainst Arm, King. Great Happiness. Roffe. That now Sweno, the Norway's King, Craves Compofition : Nor would we deign him burial of his Men, 'Tis he disburfed, at St. Colmes-hill, Ten thousand Dollars, to our general ufe. King. No more that Thane of Cawdor fhall deceive Our bofom Interest. Go, pronounce his prefent Death, Roffe. I'll fee it done. King. What he hath loft, noble Macbeth hath won SCENE III. The Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches. 1 Witch. Where haft thou been, Sifter? [Exeunti 2 Witch. Killing Swine. Q 4 3 With 3 Witch. Sifter, where thou? 1 Witch. A Sailor's Wife had Chestnuts in her Lap, Aroint thee, Witch, the Rump-fed Ronyon, cries. And like a Rat without a Tail, I'll do 2 Witch. I'll give thee a Wind, 3 Witch. And I another. and I'll do. I Witch. I my felf have all the other, All the Quarters that they know, I'll drain him dry as Hay; 2 Witch. Shew me, fhew me. 1 Witch. Here, I have a Pilot's Thumb, Wrackt as homeward he did come. 3 Witch. A Drum, a Drum. Macbeth doth come. All. The weyward Sifters, Hand in Hand, Pofters 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. [Drum within. Enter Macbeth and Banquo, with Soldiers and other Attendants. Macb. So foul and fair a Day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Soris ? ---- What are thefe ? So wither'd, and fo wild in their attire, That look not like th' Inhabitants o'th' Earth, And And yet are on't? Live you, or are you ought Upon her skinny Lips. You should be Women, And yet your Beards forbid me to interpret Mach. Speak if you can; what are you ' 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 fhalt be King hereafter. Ban. Good Sir, why do you start, and seem to fear Things that do found fo fair? i'th' name of Truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed [To the Witches That he feems wrapt withal; to me you speak not. And fay, which Grain will grow, and which will not, 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 Wuch. Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none; So all hail! Macbeth and Banquo. 1 Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail ! Macb. Stay, you imperfect Speakers, tell me more ; Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanifh. Ban. The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water has; And these are of them: Whither are they vanish'd ? Mach. Mach. Into the Air: and what feem'd corporal, Melted, as breath, into the Wind. Would they had ftaid. Ban. Were fuch things here, as we do speak about ? Or have we eaten of the infane Root, That takes the Reafon Prisoner? Mach. Your Children shall be Kings. Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not fo? Roffe. The King hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, Ang. We are fent, To give thee, from our Royal Master, thanks, Not pay thee. Roffe. And for an earnest of a greater Honour, Ban. What, can the Devil fpeak true? But under heavy Judgment bears that Life, Whether he was combin'd with thofe of Norway, But |