Scene First. { A WILD OPEN PLACE. NIGHT. THUNDER [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. Upon the heath. Third Witch. There to meet with- Macbeth. First Witch. I come, Graymalkin! Paddock calls:- anon! Fair is foul, and foul is fair: All. Hover through the fog and filthy air. [Witches vanish.-Scene changes. Scene Second. —A Camp near Forres. [March. - Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier. Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Doubtful it stood; Sold. 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 villainies of nature Do swarm upon him) from the western isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valour's minion, Carved out his passage till he faced the slave; Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Sold. Mark, King of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had, with valour armed, Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels, Dismayed not this Dun. Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo? Yes; Sold. As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.— Dun. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; They smack of honour both. [To Attendants. Go, get him surgeons. [Exit Soldier, attended. Who comes here? Mal. The worthy thane of Fife. Len. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look that seems to speak things strange. Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky Norway himself, with terrible numbers, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict; Point against point, rebellious arm 'gainst arm, Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmès-inch, Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest :-go, pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. I'll see it done. Macduff. Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. [March.-Exeunt.-Scene changes. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And mounched, and mounched, and mounched:- "Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries.- Second Witch. I'll give thee a wind. First Witch. Thou art kind. Third Witch. And I another. First Witch. I myself have all the other; I'll drain him dry as hay: |