Macbeth: Act 1, Scene 3

           Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

      First Witch
  1   Where hast thou been, sister?

      Second Witch
  2   Killing swine.

      Third Witch
  3   Sister, where thou?

      First Witch
  4   A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
  5   And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd. "Give me!" quoth I:
  6   "Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries.
  7   Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
  8   But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
  9   And, like a rat without a tail,
 10   I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

      Second Witch
 11   I'll give thee a wind.

      First Witch
 12   Thou'rt kind.

      Third Witch
 13   And I another.

      First Witch
 14   I myself have all the other,
 15   And the very ports they blow,
 16   All the quarters that they know
 17   I' the shipman's card.
 18   I will drain him dry as hay:
 19   Sleep shall neither night nor day
 20   Hang upon his penthouse lid;
 21   He shall live a man forbid:
 22   Weary se'nnights nine times nine
 23   Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
 24   Though his bark cannot be lost,
 25   Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
 26   Look what I have.

      Second Witch
 27   Show me, show me.

      First Witch
 28   Here I have a pilot's thumb,
 29   Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

           Drum within.

      Third Witch
 30   A drum, a drum!
 31   Macbeth doth come.

 32   The weird sisters, hand in hand,
 33   Posters of the sea and land,
 34   Thus do go about, about:
 35   Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
 36   And thrice again, to make up nine.
 37   Peace! the charm's wound up.

           Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.

 38   So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

 39   How far is't call'd to Forres? — What are these
 40   So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
 41   That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
 42   And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
 43   That man may question? You seem to understand me,
 44   By each at once her choppy finger laying
 45   Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
 46   And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
 47   That you are so.

                               Speak, if you can: what are you?

      First Witch
 48   All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!

      Second Witch
 49   All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!

      Third Witch
 50   All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

 51   Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear
 52   Things that do sound so fair? — I' the name of truth,
 53   Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
 54   Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
 55   You greet with present grace and great prediction
 56   Of noble having and of royal hope,
 57   That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not.
 58   If you can look into the seeds of time,
 59   And say which grain will grow and which will not,
 60   Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
 61   Your favours nor your hate.

      First Witch
 62   Hail!

      Second Witch
 63   Hail!

      Third Witch
 64   Hail!

      First Witch
 65   Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

      Second Witch
 66   Not so happy, yet much happier.

      Third Witch
 67   Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
 68   So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

      First Witch
 69   Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

 70   Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
 71   By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis;
 72   But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives,
 73   A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
 74   Stands not within the prospect of belief,
 75   No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
 76   You owe this strange intelligence, or why
 77   Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
 78   With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.

           Witches vanish.

 79   The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
 80   And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?

 81   Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
 82   As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!

 83   Were such things here as we do speak about?
 84   Or have we eaten on the insane root
 85   That takes the reason prisoner?

 86   Your children shall be kings.

                                                   You shall be king.

 87   And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

 88   To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

           Enter ROSS and ANGUS.

 89   The King hath happily received, Macbeth,
 90   The news of thy success; and when he reads
 91   Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
 92   His wonders and his praises do contend
 93   Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that,
 94   In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
 95   He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
 96   Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
 97   Strange images of death. As thick as tale
 98   Came post with post; and every one did bear
 99   Thy praises in his kingdom's great defense,
100   And pour'd them down before him.

                                                       We are sent
101   To give thee from our royal master thanks;
102   Only to herald thee into his sight,
103   Not pay thee.

104   And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
105   He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:
106   In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
107   For it is thine.

                               What, can the devil speak true?

108   The Thane of Cawdor lives; why do you dress me
109   In borrow'd robes?

                                       Who was the thane lives yet;
110   But under heavy judgment bears that life
111   Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined
112   With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
113   With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
114   He labor'd in his country's wrack, I know not;
115   But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
116   Have overthrown him.

      MACBETH  [Aside.]
                                         Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor!
117   The greatest is behind.

           [To ROSS and ANGUS.]

                                         Thanks for your pains.

           [Aside to BANQUO.]

118   Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
119   When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
120   Promised no less to them?

      BANQUO  [Aside.]
                                                       That trusted home
121   Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
122   Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange;
123   And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
124   The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
125   Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
126   In deepest consequence.—

           [To ROSS and ANGUS.]

127   Cousins, a word, I pray you.

      MACBETH  [Aside.]
                                                 Two truths are told,
128   As happy prologues to the swelling act
129   Of the imperial theme.—
                                           I thank you, gentlemen.            


130   This supernatural soliciting
131   Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
132   Why hath it given me earnest of success,
133   Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
134   If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
135   Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
136   And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
137   Against the use of nature? Present fears
138   Are less than horrible imaginings:
139   My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
140   Shakes so my single state of man that function
141   Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
142   But what is not.

                                     Look, how our partner's rapt.

      MACBETH  [Aside.]
143    If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
144   Without my stir.

                                    New honors come upon him,
145   Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
146   But with the aid of use.

      MACBETH  [Aside.]
                                                     Come what come may,
147   Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

148   Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

149   Give me your favor: my dull brain was wrought
150   With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
151   Are register'd where every day I turn
152   The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.

            [Aside to Banquo.]

153   Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,
154   The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
155   Our free hearts each to other.

                                                         Very gladly.

156   Till then, enough.— Come, friends.