90King. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue

91Our Bosome interest: Goe pronounce his present death,

92And with his former Title greet Macbeth.

93Rosse. Ile see it done.

94King. What he hath lost, Noble Macbeth hath wonne.

981. Where hast thou beene, Sister?

992. Killing Swine.

1003. Sister, where thou?

1011. A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in her Lappe,

102And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht:

103Giue me, quoth I.

104Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes.

105Her Husband's to Aleppo gone, Master o'th' Tiger:

106But in a Syue Ile thither sayle,

107And like a Rat without a tayle,

108Ile doe, Ile doe, and Ile doe.

1092. Ile giue thee a Winde.

1101. Th'art kinde.

1113. And I another.

1121. I my selfe haue all the other,

113And the very Ports they blow,

114All the Quarters that they know,

115i'th'Ship-mans Card.

116Ile dreyne him drie as Hay:

117Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day

118Hang vpon his Pent-house Lid:

119He shall liue a man forbid:

120Wearie Seu'nights, nine times nine,

121Shall he dwindle, peake, and pine:

122Though his Barke cannot be lost,

123Yet it shall be Tempest-tost.

124Looke what I haue.

1252. Shew me, shew me.

1261. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,

127Wrackt, as homeward he did come. Drum within.

1283. A Drumme, a Drumme:

129Macbeth doth come.

130All. The weyward Sisters, hand in hand,

131Posters of the Sea and Land,

132Thus doe goe, about, about,

133Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

134And thrice againe, to make vp nine.

135Peace, the Charme's wound vp.

137Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene.

138Banquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What are these,

139So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,

140That looke not like th'Inhabitants o'th'Earth,

141And yet are on't? Liue you, or are you aught

142That man may question? you seeme to vnderstand me,

143By each at once her choppie finger laying

144Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,

145And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete

146That you are so.

147Mac. Speake if you can: what are you?

1481. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Glamis.

1492. All haile Macbeth, haile to thee Thane of Cawdor.

1503. All haile Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter.

151Banq. Good Sir, why doe you start, and seeme to feare

152Things that doe sound so faire? i'th'name of truth

153Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed

154Which outwardly ye shew? My Noble Partner

155You greet with present Grace, and great prediction

156Of Noble hauing, and of Royall hope,

157That he seemes wrapt withall: to me you speake not.

158If you can looke into the Seedes of Time,

159And say, which Graine will grow, and which will not,

160Speake then to me, who neyther begge, nor feare

161Your fauors, nor your hate.

1621. Hayle.

1632. Hayle.

1643. Hayle.

1651. Lesser then Macbeth, and greater.

1662. Not so happy, yet much happyer.

1673. Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none:

168So all haile Macbeth, and Banquo.

1691. Banquo, and Macbeth, all haile.

170Macb. Stay you imperfect Speakers, tell me more:

171By Sinells death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,

172But how, of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor liues

173A prosperous Gentleman: And to be King,

174Stands not within the prospect of beleefe,

175No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence

176You owe this strange Intelligence, or why

177Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way

178With such Prophetique greeting?

179Speake, I charge you. Witches vanish.

180Banq. The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water ha's,

181And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd?

182Macb. Into the Ayre: and what seem'd corporall,

183Melted, as breath into the Winde.

184Would they had stay'd.

185Banq. Were such things here, as we doe speake about?

186Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,

187That takes the Reason Prisoner?

188Macb. Your Children shall be Kings.

189Banq. You shall be King.

190Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

191Banq. Toth'selfe-same tune, and words: who's here?

193Rosse. The King hath happily receiu'd, Macbeth,

194The newes of thy successe: and when he reades

195Thy personall Venture in the Rebels fight,

196His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend,

197Which should be thine, or his: silenc'd with that,

198In viewing o're the rest o'th'selfe-same day,

199He findes thee in the stout Norweyan Rankes,

200Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make

201Strange Images of death, as thick as Tale

202Can post with post, and euery one did beare

203Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence,

204And powr'd them downe before him.

205Ang. Wee are sent,

206To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks,

207Onely to harrold thee into his sight,

208Not pay thee.

209Rosse. And for an earnest of a greater Honor,

210He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor: