SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches. First Witch. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Second Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. Third Witch. That will be ere the set of sun. First Witch. Where the place? Second Witch. Third Witch. Upon the heath. There to meet with Macbeth. First Witch. I come, Graymalkin! All. Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. SCENE II. A camp near Forres. [Exeunt. Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant. Duncan. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Malcolm. This is the sergeant Sergeant. Doubtful 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 villanies of nature Do swarm upon him-from the western isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: Like valour's minion carved out his passage Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Duncan. O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! ΙΟ 20 So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels, Duncan. Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Sergeant. Dismay'd not this Yes; As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. If I say sooth, I must report they were As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorize another Golgotha, I cannot tell But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. 30 40 Duncan. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. Duncan. Whence camest thou, worthy thane ? God save the king! From Fife, great king; 50 Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky Assisted by that most disloyal traitor The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, Duncan. Ross. Great happiness! That now 60 Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; 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. First Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd. quoth I: 'Give me,' '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. ΙΟ |