Thunder. Enter the three Witches.FIRST WITCH Where hast thou been, sister?SECOND WITCH Killing swine.THIRD WITCH Sister, where thou?FIRST WITCH A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap5 And munched and munched and munched. “Give me,” quoth I. “Aroint thee, witch,” the rump-fed runnion cries.
Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ th’ Tiger; But in a sieve I’ll thither sail,10 And, like a rat without a tail, I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do.SECOND WITCH I’ll give thee a wind.FIRST WITCH Th’ art kind.THIRD WITCH And I another.FIRST WITCH 15 I myself have all the other, And the very ports they blow; All the quarters that they know I’ th’ shipman’s card. I’ll drain him dry as hay.20 Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid. He shall live a man forbid. Weary sev’nnights, nine times nine, Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.25 Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-tossed. Look what I have.SECOND WITCH Show me, show me.FIRST WITCH Here I have a pilot’s thumb,30 Wracked as homeward he did come.Drum within.THIRD WITCH A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come.ALL, ⌜dancing in a circle⌝ The Weïrd Sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land,35 Thus do go about, about, Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
And thrice again, to make up nine. Peace, the charm’s wound up.Enter Macbeth and Banquo.MACBETH So foul and fair a day I have not seen.BANQUO 40 How far is ’t called to ⌜Forres?⌝—What are these, So withered, and so wild in their attire, That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ th’ Earth And yet are on ’t?—Live you? Or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand45 me By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.MACBETH 50 Speak if you can. What are you?FIRST WITCH All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!SECOND WITCH All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!THIRD WITCH All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!BANQUO Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear55 Things that do sound so fair?—I’ th’ name of truth, Are you fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly you show? My noble partner You greet with present grace and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope,60 That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not. If you can look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors nor your hate.
FIRST WITCH 65Hail!SECOND WITCH Hail!THIRD WITCH Hail!FIRST WITCH Lesser than Macbeth and greater.SECOND WITCH Not so happy, yet much happier.THIRD WITCH 70 Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!FIRST WITCH Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!MACBETH Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more. By Sinel’s death I know I am Thane of Glamis.75 But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives A prosperous gentleman, and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence or why80 Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you.Witches vanish.BANQUO The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?MACBETH Into the air, and what seemed corporal melted,85 As breath into the wind. Would they had stayed!BANQUO Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?MACBETH Your children shall be kings.BANQUO 90 You shall be king.
MACBETH And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?BANQUO To th’ selfsame tune and words.—Who’s here?Enter Ross and Angus.ROSS The King hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy success, and, when he reads95 Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight, His wonders and his praises do contend Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that, In viewing o’er the rest o’ th’ selfsame day He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,100 Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale ⌜Came⌝ post with post, and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom’s great defense, And poured them down before him.ANGUS 105 We are sent To give thee from our royal master thanks, Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee.ROSS And for an earnest of a greater honor,110 He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor, In which addition, hail, most worthy thane, For it is thine.BANQUO What, can the devil speak true?MACBETH The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me115 In borrowed robes?ANGUS Who was the Thane lives yet, But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined
120 With those of Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage, or that with both He labored in his country’s wrack, I know not; But treasons capital, confessed and proved, Have overthrown him.MACBETH, ⌜aside⌝ 125 Glamis and Thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind. ⌜To Ross and Angus.⌝ Thanks for your pains. ⌜Aside to Banquo.⌝ Do you not hope your children shall be kings,130 When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them?BANQUO That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But ’tis strange.135 And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s In deepest consequence.— Cousins, a word, I pray you.⌜They step aside.⌝MACBETH, ⌜aside⌝ 140 Two truths are told As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen. ⌜Aside.⌝ This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill,145 Why hath it given me earnest of success Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor. If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs150 Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise,155 And nothing is but what is not.
BANQUO Look how our partner’s rapt.MACBETH, ⌜aside⌝ If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me Without my stir.BANQUO 160 New honors come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold But with the aid of use.MACBETH, ⌜aside⌝ Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.BANQUO 165 Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.MACBETH Give me your favor. My dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are registered where every day I turn The leaf to read them. Let us toward the King.170 ⌜Aside to Banquo.⌝ Think upon what hath chanced, and at more time, The interim having weighed it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other.BANQUO Very gladly.MACBETH 175Till then, enough.—Come, friends.They exit.