| ACT I SCENE III | A heath near Forres. | |
| | 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 lap, |
| | And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:-- | | 5 |
| | 'Give me,' quoth I: | |
| | 'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. | |
| | Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: | |
| | But in a sieve I'll thither sail, |
| | And, like a rat without a tail, | | 10 |
| | I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. | |
| Second Witch | I'll give thee a wind. | |
| First Witch | Thou'rt kind. | |
| Third Witch | And I another. |
| First Witch | I myself have all the other, | | 15 |
| | And the very ports they blow, | |
| | All the quarters that they know | |
| | I' the shipman's card. | |
| | I will drain him dry as hay: |
| | Sleep shall neither night nor day | | 20 |
| | Hang upon his pent-house lid; | |
| | He shall live a man forbid: | |
| | Weary se'n nights nine times nine | |
| | Shall he dwindle, peak and pine: |
| | Though his bark cannot be lost, | | 25 |
| | Yet it shall be tempest-tost. | |
| | Look what I have. | |
| Second Witch | Show me, show me. | |
| First Witch | Here I have a pilot's thumb, |
| | Wreck'd as homeward he did come. | | 30 |
| | Drum within. | |
| Third Witch | A drum, a drum! | |
| | Macbeth doth come. | |
| ALL | The weird sisters, hand in hand, | |
| | Posters of the sea and land, |
| | Thus do go about, about: | | 35 |
| | 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 | How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these | | 40 |
| | So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
| |
| | That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, | |
| | And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught | |
| | That man may question? You seem to understand me, |
| | By each at once her choppy finger laying | | 45 |
| | Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, | |
| | And yet your beards forbid me to interpret | |
| | That you are so. | |
| MACBETH | Speak, if you can: what are you? |
| First Witch | All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! | | 50 |
| Second Witch | All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! | |
| Third Witch | All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter! | |
| BANQUO | Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear | |
| | Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth, |
| | Are ye fantastical, or that indeed | | 55 |
| | Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner | |
| | You greet with present grace and great prediction | |
| | Of noble having and of royal hope, | |
| | That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not. |
| | If you can look into the seeds of time, | | 60 |
| | And say which grain will grow and which will not, | |
| | Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear | |
| | Your favours nor your hate. | |
| First Witch | Hail! |
| Second Witch | Hail! | | 65 |
| Third Witch | Hail! | |
| First Witch | Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. | |
| Second Witch | Not so happy, yet much happier. | |
| Third Witch | Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: |
| | So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! | | 70 |
| 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; | |
| | But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, |
| | A prosperous gentleman; and to be king | | 75 |
| | Stands not within the prospect of belief, | |
| | No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence | |
| | You owe this strange intelligence? or why | |
| | Upon this blasted heath you stop our way |
| | With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. | | 80 |
| | Witches vanish. | |
| BANQUO | The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, | |
| | And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? | |
| MACBETH | Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted | |
| | As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! |
| BANQUO | Were such things here as we do speak about? | | 85 |
| | Or have we eaten on the insane root | |
| | That takes the reason prisoner? | |
| MACBETH | Your children shall be kings. | |
| BANQUO | You shall be king. |
| MACBETH | And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? | |
| BANQUO | To the 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 reads | |
| | Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, |
| | His wonders and his praises do contend | | 95 |
| | Which should be thine or his: silenced with that, | |
| | In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, | |
| | He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, | |
| | 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 defence, | |
| | And pour'd them down before him. | |
| ANGUS | We are sent |
| | To give thee from our royal master thanks; | | 105 |
| | Only to herald thee into his sight, | |
| | Not pay thee. | |
| ROSS | And, for an earnest of a greater honour, | |
| | 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 me | |
| | In borrow'd robes? |
| ANGUS | Who was the thane lives yet; | | 115 |
| | But under heavy judgment bears that life | |
| | Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined | |
| | With those of Norway, or did line the rebel | |
| | With hidden help and vantage, or that with both |
| | He labour'd in his country's wrack, I know not; | |
| | But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, | |
| | Have overthrown him. | |
| MACBETH | Aside. | |
| | Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor: | |
| | The greatest is behind. | |
| | To ROSS and ANGUS. | |
| | Thanks for your pains. |
| | To BANQUO. | | 125 |
| | Do you not hope your children shall be kings, | |
| | 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: | |
| | 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. | | 135 |
| MACBETH | Aside. | |
| | 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, | |
| | Why hath it given me earnest of success, |
| | Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: | | 140 |
| | If good, why do I yield to that suggestion | |
| | Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair | |
| | And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, | |
| | 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 smother'd in surmise, and nothing is | |
| | But what is not. |
| BANQUO | Look, how our partner's rapt. | | 150 |
| MACBETH | Aside. | |
| | If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, | |
| | Without my stir. | |
| BANQUO | New honors come upon him, | |
| | Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould | |
| | But with the aid of use. |
| MACBETH | Aside. | | 155 |
| | Come what come may, | |
| | Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. | |
| BANQUO | Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. | |
| MACBETH | Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought | |
| | With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains | |
| | Are register'd where every day I turn |
| | The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. | | 160 |
| | Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time, | |
| | The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak | |
| | Our free hearts each to other. | |
| BANQUO | Very gladly. |
| MACBETH | Till then, enough. Come, friends. | |
| | [Exeunt] | |