Where hast thou been, sister?
Killing swine.
Sister, where thou?
A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
1.3.5102And munched, and munched, and munched.
103"Give me," quoth I.
1.3.6104"Aroint thee, witch," the rump-fed runnion cries.
1.3.7105Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'th' Tiger,
1.3.8106But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
I'll give thee a wind.
Thou'rt kind.
And I another.
I myself have all the other,
Show me, show me.
Here I have a pilot's thumb,
A drum, a drum--
[They join hands and dance in a circle.]
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
1.3.35133Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
How far is't called to Forres? --What are these,
1.3.40139So withered and so wild in their attire,
1.3.41140That look not like th'inhabitants o'th' earth,
1.3.42141And yet are on't? --Live you, or are you aught
1.3.43142That man may question? You seem to understand me,
1.3.44143By each at once her choppy finger laying
1.3.45144Upon her skinny lips. You should be women,
1.3.46145And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so. Speak if you can--what are you?
All hail Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.
All hail Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor.
All hail Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter.
Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear
1.3.52152Things that do sound so fair? I'th' name of truth
1.3.54154Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
1.3.55155You greet with present grace and great prediction
1.3.57157That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not.
1.3.58158If you can look into the seeds of time
1.3.59159And say which grain will grow and which will not,
1.3.60160Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Hail.
Hail.
Hail.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.
1.3.71171By Finel's death, I know I am Thane of Glamis,
1.3.72172But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives
1.3.73173A prosperous gentleman. And to be king,
1.3.74174Stands not within the prospect of belief,
1.3.75175No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence
1.3.76176You owe this strange intelligence, or why
1.3.77177Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
1.3.81181And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?
Into the air, and what seemed corporal
1.3.83183Melted, as breath into the wind.
184Would they had stayed.
Were such things here as we do speak about?
Your children shall be kings.
Your children shall be kings. You shall be king.
And Thane of Cawdor too, went it not so?
To th'selfsame tune and words--who's here?
The King hath happily received, Macbeth,
1.3.91194The news of thy success, and when he reads
1.3.92195Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
1.3.93196His wonders and his praises do contend
1.3.94197Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that,
1.3.95198In viewing o'er the rest o'th' selfsame day,
1.3.96199He finds thee in the stout Norwegian ranks
1.3.97200Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
1.3.98201Strange images of death. As thick as tale
1.3.99202Came post with post, and every one did bear
1.3.100203Thy praises in his kingdom's great defense
And poured them down before him. We are sent
1.3.102206To give thee from our royal master thanks,
And for an earnest of a greater honor
1.3.106210He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor,
1.3.107211In which addition, hail most worthy thane,
For it is thine. 213Banquo [Aside] What, can the devil speak true?
The Thane of Cawdor lives,
215Why do you dress me
In borrowed robes? Who was the thane lives yet,
1.3.111217But under heavy judgment bears that life
1.3.113219Whether he was combined with those of Norway,
1.3.115221And vantage, or that with both he labored
1.3.117223But treasons capital, confessed, and proved,
Have overthrown him. 225Macbeth[Aside] Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor:
1.3.119226The greatest is behind. --Thanks for your pains.
1.3.120227[To Banquo] Do you not hope your children shall be kings
1.3.121228When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
Promised no less to them. That trusted home
1.3.124232Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange,
1.3.126234The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
1.3.129237[To Ross and Angus] Cousins, a word, I pray you.
[To Ross and Angus] Cousins, a word, I pray you. [Aside] Two truths are told
1.3.131240Of the imperial theme. --I thank you, gentlemen--
1.3.134Why hath it given me earnest of success
1.3.135244Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
1.3.136245If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
1.3.138247And make my seated heart knock at my ribs
1.3.139248Against the use of nature? Present fears
1.3.141250My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
But what is not. Look how our partner's rapt.
If chance will have me king,
256why, chance may crown me
Without my stir. New honors come upon him
1.3.147259Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold
But with the aid of use. Come what come may,
1.3.150262Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei
264sure.
Give me your favor.
266My dull brain was wrought
1.3.154267Kind gentlemen, your pains are registered
1.3.157[To Banquo] Think upon
271what hath chanced and at more time,
1.3.158272The interim having weighed it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other. Very gladly.
Till then, enough.
276 Come, friends.