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:

211In which addition, haile most worthy Thane,

212For it is thine.

213Banq. What, can the Deuill speake true?

214Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues:

215Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes?

216Ang. Who was the Thane, liues yet,

217But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life,

218Which he deserues to loose.

219Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,

220Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe,

221And vantage; or that with both he labour'd

222In his Countreyes wracke, I know not:

223But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd,

224Haue ouerthrowne him.

225Macb. Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:

226The greatest is behinde. Thankes for your paines.

227Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings,

228When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,

229Promis'd no lesse to them.

230Banq. That trusted home,

231Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne,

232Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:

233And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme,

234The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths,

235Winne vs with honest Trifles, to betray's

236In deepest consequence.

237Cousins, a word, I pray you.

238Macb. Two Truths are told,

239As happy Prologues to the swelling Act

240Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke you Gentlemen:

241This supernaturall solliciting

242Cannot be ill; cannot be good.

243If ill? why hath it giuen me earnest of successe,

244Commencing in a Truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.

245If good? why doe I yeeld to that suggestion,

246Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,

247And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,

248Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares

249Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:

250My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,

251Shakes so my single state of Man,

252That Function is smother'd in surmise,

253And nothing is, but what is not.

254Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt.

255Macb. If Chance will haue me King,

256Why Chance may Crowne me,

257Without my stirre.

258Banq. New Honors come vpon him

259Like our strange Garments, cleaue not to their mould,

260But with the aid of vse.

261Macb. Come what come may,

262Time, and the Houre, runs through the roughest Day.

263Banq. Worthy Macbeth, wee stay vpon your ley-

264sure.

265Macb. Giue me your fauour:

266My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.

267Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are registred,

268Where euery day I turne the Leafe,

269To reade them.

270Let vs toward the King: thinke vpon

271What hath chanc'd: and at more time,

272The Interim hauing weigh'd it, let vs speake

273Our free Hearts each to other.

274Banq. Very gladly.

275Macb. Till then enough:

276Come friends. Exeunt.