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,

1.3.9107And like a rat without a tail

1.3.10108I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

I'll give thee a wind.

Thou'rt kind.

And I another.

I myself have all the other,

1.3.15113And the very ports they blow,

1.3.16114All the quarters that they know,

1.3.17115I'th' shipman's card.

1.3.18116I'll drain him dry as hay:

1.3.19117Sleep shall neither night nor day

1.3.20118Hang upon his penthouse lid;

1.3.21119He shall live a man forbid;

1.3.22120Weary sennights, nine times nine,

1.3.23121Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.

1.3.24122Though his bark cannot be lost,

1.3.25123Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.

1.3.26124Look what I have.

Show me, show me.

Here I have a pilot's thumb,

1.3.29127Wrecked as homeward he did come.

A drum, a drum--

1.3.31129Macbeth doth come.

The weird sisters, hand in hand,

1.3.33131Posters of the sea and land,

1.3.34132Thus do go about, about,

1.3.35133Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

1.3.36134And thrice again, to make up nine.

1.3.37135Peace, the charm's wound up.

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

1.3.47146That you are so.

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

1.3.53153Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

1.3.54154Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner

1.3.55155You greet with present grace and great prediction

1.3.56156Of noble having and of royal hope,

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

1.3.61161Your favors nor your hate.

Hail.

Hail.

Hail.

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.

1.3.68168So all hail Macbeth and Banquo.

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

1.3.78178With such prophetic greeting?

1.3.79179Speak, I charge you.

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?

1.3.85186Or have we eaten on the insane root

1.3.86187That takes the reason prisoner?

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

1.3.101204And poured them down before him.

And poured them down before him. We are sent

1.3.102206To give thee from our royal master thanks,

1.3.103207Only to herald thee into his sight,

1.3.104208Not pay thee.

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,

1.3.108212For it is thine.

For it is thine. 213Banquo [Aside]

What, can the devil speak true?

The Thane of Cawdor lives, 215Why do you dress me

1.3.110In borrowed robes?

In borrowed robes? Who was the thane lives yet,

1.3.111217But under heavy judgment bears that life

1.3.112218Which he deserves to lose.

1.3.113219Whether he was combined with those of Norway,

1.3.114220Or did line the rebel with hidden help

1.3.115221And vantage, or that with both he labored

1.3.116222In his country's wrack, I know not.

1.3.117223But treasons capital, confessed, and proved,

1.3.118224Have overthrown him.

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

1.3.122229Promised no less to them.

Promised no less to them. That trusted home

1.3.123231Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

1.3.124232Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange,

1.3.125233And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

1.3.126234The instruments of darkness tell us truths,

1.3.127235Win us with honest trifles, to betray's

1.3.128236In deepest consequence.

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

1.3.130239As happy prologues to the swelling act

1.3.131240Of the imperial theme. --I thank you, gentlemen--

1.3.132241This supernatural soliciting

1.3.133242Cannot be ill, cannot be good. 243If ill,

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

1.3.137246Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

1.3.138247And make my seated heart knock at my ribs

1.3.139248Against the use of nature? Present fears

1.3.140249Are less than horrible imaginings.

1.3.141250My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

1.3.142251Shakes so my single state of man 252that function

1.3.143Is smothered in surmise, 253and nothing is

1.3.144But what is not.

But what is not. Look how our partner's rapt.

If chance will have me king, 256why, chance may crown me

1.3.146257Without my stir.

Without my stir. New honors come upon him

1.3.147259Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold

1.3.148260But with the aid of use.

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 lei264sure.

Give me your favor. 266My dull brain was wrought

1.3.153With things forgotten.

1.3.154267Kind gentlemen, your pains are registered

1.3.155268Where every day I turn the leaf 269to read them.

1.3.156270Let us toward the King.

1.3.157[To Banquo] Think upon 271what hath chanced and at more time,

1.3.158272The interim having weighed it, let us speak

1.3.159273Our free hearts each to other.

Our free hearts each to other. Very gladly.

Till then, enough. 276 Come, friends.