[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.]
macbeth_char_033 Where hast thou been, sister?
macbeth_char_034 Killing swine. Selected for annotations
macbeth_char_035 Sister, where thou?
macbeth_char_033 A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap
macbeth_char_033 And munched and munched and munched. "Give
macbeth_char_033 me," quoth I.
macbeth_char_033 "Aroint thee, witch," the rump-fed runnion cries.
macbeth_char_033 Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' th' Tiger;
macbeth_char_033 But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
macbeth_char_033 And, like a rat without a tail,
macbeth_char_033 I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
macbeth_char_034 I'll give thee a wind.
macbeth_char_033 Th' art kind.
macbeth_char_035 And I another.
macbeth_char_033 I myself have all the other,
macbeth_char_033 And the very ports they blow;
macbeth_char_033 All the quarters that they know
macbeth_char_033 I' th' shipman's card.
macbeth_char_033 I'll drain him dry as hay.
macbeth_char_033 Sleep shall neither night nor day
macbeth_char_033 Hang upon his penthouse lid.
macbeth_char_033 He shall live a man forbid.
macbeth_char_033 Weary sev'nnights, nine times nine,
macbeth_char_033 Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.
macbeth_char_033 Though his bark cannot be lost,
macbeth_char_033 Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.
macbeth_char_033 Look what I have.
macbeth_char_034 Show me, show me.
macbeth_char_033 Here I have a pilot's thumb,
macbeth_char_033 Wracked as homeward he did come. [Drum within.]
macbeth_char_035 A drum, a drum!
macbeth_char_035 Macbeth doth come.
macbeth_char_035 ALL, [dancing in a circle]
macbeth_char_035 The Weird Sisters, hand in hand,
macbeth_char_035 Posters of the sea and land,
macbeth_char_035 Thus do go about, about,
macbeth_char_035 Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
macbeth_char_035 And thrice again, to make up nine.
macbeth_char_035 Peace, the charm's wound up.
[Enter Macbeth and Banquo.]
macbeth_char_007 So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
macbeth_char_014 How far is 't called to Forres?--What are these,
macbeth_char_014 So withered, and so wild in their attire,
macbeth_char_014 That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' Earth
macbeth_char_014 And yet are on 't?--Live you? Or are you aught
macbeth_char_014 That man may question? You seem to understand
macbeth_char_014 me
macbeth_char_014 By each at once her choppy finger laying
macbeth_char_014 Upon her skinny lips. You should be women,
macbeth_char_014 And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
macbeth_char_014 That you are so.
macbeth_char_007 Speak if you can. What are you?
macbeth_char_033 All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
macbeth_char_034 All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
macbeth_char_035 All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!
macbeth_char_014 Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear
macbeth_char_014 Things that do sound so fair?--I' th' name of truth,
macbeth_char_014 Are you fantastical, or that indeed
macbeth_char_014 Which outwardly you show? My noble partner
macbeth_char_014 You greet with present grace and great prediction
macbeth_char_014 Of noble having and of royal hope,
macbeth_char_014 That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not.
macbeth_char_014 If you can look into the seeds of time
macbeth_char_014 And say which grain will grow and which will not,
macbeth_char_014 Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear
macbeth_char_014 Your favors nor your hate.
macbeth_char_033 Hail!
macbeth_char_034 Hail!
macbeth_char_035 Hail!
macbeth_char_033 Lesser than Macbeth and greater.
macbeth_char_034 Not so happy, yet much happier.
macbeth_char_035 Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
macbeth_char_035 So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
macbeth_char_033 Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
macbeth_char_007 Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more.
macbeth_char_007 By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis.
macbeth_char_007 But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives
macbeth_char_007 A prosperous gentleman, and to be king
macbeth_char_007 Stands not within the prospect of belief,
macbeth_char_007 No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
macbeth_char_007 You owe this strange intelligence or why
macbeth_char_007 Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
macbeth_char_007 With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you.
[Witches vanish.]
macbeth_char_014 The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
macbeth_char_014 And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?
macbeth_char_007 Into the air, and what seemed corporal melted,
macbeth_char_007 As breath into the wind. Would they had stayed!
macbeth_char_014 Were such things here as we do speak about?
macbeth_char_014 Or have we eaten on the insane root
macbeth_char_014 That takes the reason prisoner?
macbeth_char_007 Your children shall be kings.
macbeth_char_014 You shall be king.
macbeth_char_007 And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?
macbeth_char_014 To th' selfsame tune and words.--Who's here?
[Enter Ross and Angus.]
macbeth_char_020 The King hath happily received, Macbeth,
macbeth_char_020 The news of thy success, and, when he reads
macbeth_char_020 Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
macbeth_char_020 His wonders and his praises do contend
macbeth_char_020 Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that,
macbeth_char_020 In viewing o'er the rest o' th' selfsame day
macbeth_char_020 He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
macbeth_char_020 Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
macbeth_char_020 Strange images of death. As thick as tale
macbeth_char_020 Came post with post, and every one did bear
macbeth_char_020 Thy praises in his kingdom's great defense,
macbeth_char_020 And poured them down before him.
macbeth_char_021 We are sent
macbeth_char_021 To give thee from our royal master thanks,
macbeth_char_021 Only to herald thee into his sight,
macbeth_char_021 Not pay thee.
macbeth_char_020 And for an earnest of a greater honor,
macbeth_char_020 He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor,
macbeth_char_020 In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,
macbeth_char_020 For it is thine.
macbeth_char_014 What, can the devil speak true?
macbeth_char_007 The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me
macbeth_char_007 In borrowed robes?
macbeth_char_021 Who was the Thane lives yet,
macbeth_char_021 But under heavy judgment bears that life
macbeth_char_021 Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
macbeth_char_021 combined
macbeth_char_021 With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
macbeth_char_021 With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
macbeth_char_021 He labored in his country's wrack, I know not;
macbeth_char_021 But treasons capital, confessed and proved,
macbeth_char_021 Have overthrown him.
macbeth_char_007 , [aside] Glamis and Thane of Cawdor!
macbeth_char_007 The greatest is behind. [To Ross and Angus.] Thanks
macbeth_char_007 for your pains.
macbeth_char_007 [Aside to Banquo.] Do you not hope your children
macbeth_char_007 shall be kings,
macbeth_char_007 When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
macbeth_char_007 Promised no less to them?
macbeth_char_014 That, trusted home,
macbeth_char_014 Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
macbeth_char_014 Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange.
macbeth_char_014 And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
macbeth_char_014 The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
macbeth_char_014 Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's
macbeth_char_014 In deepest consequence.--
macbeth_char_014 Cousins, a word, I pray you. [They step aside.]
macbeth_char_007 , [aside] Two truths are told
macbeth_char_007 As happy prologues to the swelling act
macbeth_char_007 Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.
macbeth_char_007 [Aside.] This supernatural soliciting
macbeth_char_007 Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill,
macbeth_char_007 Why hath it given me earnest of success
macbeth_char_007 Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
macbeth_char_007 If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
macbeth_char_007 Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
macbeth_char_007 And make my seated heart knock at my ribs
macbeth_char_007 Against the use of nature? Present fears
macbeth_char_007 Are less than horrible imaginings.
macbeth_char_007 My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
macbeth_char_007 Shakes so my single state of man
macbeth_char_007 That function is smothered in surmise,
macbeth_char_007 And nothing is but what is not.
macbeth_char_014 Look how our partner's rapt.
macbeth_char_007 , [aside]
macbeth_char_007 If chance will have me king, why, chance may
macbeth_char_007 crown me
macbeth_char_007 Without my stir.
macbeth_char_014 New honors come upon him,
macbeth_char_014 Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold
macbeth_char_014 But with the aid of use.
macbeth_char_007 , [aside] Come what come may,
macbeth_char_007 Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
macbeth_char_014 Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
macbeth_char_007 Give me your favor. My dull brain was wrought
macbeth_char_007 With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
macbeth_char_007 Are registered where every day I turn
macbeth_char_007 The leaf to read them. Let us toward the King.
macbeth_char_007 [Aside to Banquo.] Think upon what hath chanced,
macbeth_char_007 and at more time,
macbeth_char_007 The interim having weighed it, let us speak
macbeth_char_007 Our free hearts each to other.
macbeth_char_014 Very gladly.
macbeth_char_007 Till then, enough.--Come, friends.
[They exit.]