The Tragedy of Macbeth: ACT I , SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

The Tragedy of Macbeth: ACT I


	Introduction

	ACT I

		SCENE I. A desert place.

		SCENE II. A camp near Forres.

		SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

		SCENE IV. Forres. The palace.

		SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle.

		SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle.

		SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle.

	ACT II

	ACT III

	ACT IV

	ACT V

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SCENE III. A heath near Forres.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First Witch

Where hast thou been, sister?

Second Witch

Killing swine.

Third Witch

Sister, where thou?

First Witch

      A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
5     And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:--
      'Give me,' quoth I:
      '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,
10    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.

First Witch

Thou'rt kind.

Third Witch

And I another.

First Witch

15    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:
20    Sleep shall neither night nor day
      Hang upon his pent-house lid;
      He shall live a man forbid:
      Weary se'nnights nine times nine
      Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
25    Though his bark cannot be lost,
      Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
      Look what I have.

Second Witch

Show me, show me.

First Witch

Here I have a pilot's thumb,
30 Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

Drum within

Third Witch

A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come.

ALL

      The weird sisters, hand in hand,
      Posters of the sea and land,
35    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.

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO

MACBETH

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

BANQUO

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

MACBETH

Speak, if you can: what are you?

First Witch

50 All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

Second Witch

All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

Third Witch

All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

BANQUO

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

First Witch

Hail!

Second Witch

65 Hail!

Third Witch

Hail!

First Witch

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Second Witch

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Third Witch

Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
70 So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

First Witch

Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

MACBETH

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

Witches vanish

BANQUO

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

MACBETH

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

BANQUO

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

MACBETH

Your children shall be kings.

BANQUO

You shall be king.

MACBETH

90 And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

BANQUO

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

Enter ROSS and ANGUS

ROSS

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

ANGUS

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

ROSS

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

BANQUO

What, can the devil speak true?

MACBETH

The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
In borrow'd robes?

ANGUS

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

MACBETH

(Aside) Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
The greatest is behind.

To ROSS and ANGUS

125 Thanks for your pains.

To BANQUO

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

BANQUO

      That trusted home
130   Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
      Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
      And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
      The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
      Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
135   In deepest consequence.
      Cousins, a word, I pray you.

MACBETH

      (Aside) Two truths are told,
      As happy prologues to the swelling act
      Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.
140   (Aside) This supernatural soliciting
      Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
      Why hath it given me earnest of success,
      Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
      If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
145   Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
      And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
      Against the use of nature? Present fears
      Are less than horrible imaginings:
      My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
150   Shakes so my single state of man that function
      Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
      But what is not.

BANQUO

Look, how our partner's rapt.

MACBETH

(Aside) If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
155 Without my stir.

BANQUO

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

MACBETH

(Aside) Come what come may,
160 Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

BANQUO

Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

MACBETH

      Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
      With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
      Are register'd where every day I turn
165   The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.
      Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,
      The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
      Our free hearts each to other.

BANQUO

Very gladly.

MACBETH

170 Till then, enough. Come, friends.

Exeunt

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