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A CAMP NEAR FORES.
Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm,
Donalbain, Lenor, with attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,
This is the sergeant,
Doubtfully it stood;
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflexion Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break; So from that spring, whence comfort seem’d to
Dismay'd not this
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
wounds; They smack of honour both:-Go, get him surgeons.
[Exit Soldier, attended.
Who comes here?
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! Dun. Whence cam`st thou, worthy thane? Rosse.
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, 'gan a dismal conflict: Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapt 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;Dun.
Great happiness! Rosse. That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall de
ceive Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Rosse. I'll see it done.
SCE NE III.
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 1:
2 Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
1 Witch. I myself have all the other;
Look what I have.
2 Witch. Show me, show me.
1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.
[Drum within. 3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come.
All. The wierd sisters, hand in hand,
Enter Macbeth and Banquo. Mac. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Ban. How far is't call'd to Fores? What are
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