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That man may question? You seem to understand me,
Mach. Speak, if ye can:- -What are you?
1st Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis !
2d Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
3d Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter. [Macbeth starts, confused. Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair?-[To Witches.] I'the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that, indeed,
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
That he seems wrapt withal: to me you speak not:
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not,
1st Witch. Hail!
2d Witch. Hail!
3d Witch. Hail!
1st Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, though greater.
3d Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
Macb. Crossing toward Witches.] Stay, you imperfect
By Sinel's death, I know I am Thane of Glamis ;
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
[Thunder and Lightning― Witches vanish, R. Speak, I charge you.
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them :-Whither are they vanished?
Macb. Into the air; and what seemed corporal, melted As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid!
Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about?
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Macb. And Thane of Cawdor, too; went it not so?
Enter MACDUFF and LENOX, R.
Macd. The King hath happily received, Macbeth,
Len. We are sent
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Not pay thee.
Macd. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
Ban. [Aside.] What! can the devil speak true?
In borrowed robes?
Macd. Who was the Thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life,
Which he deserves to lose ;
For treasons capital, confessed, and proved,
Macb. Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains.[To Ban.] Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me, Promised no less to them?
Ban. That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
In deepest consequences.-Cousin, a word, I pray you.
But, 'tis strange :
Cannot be ill; cannot be good.-If ill,
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
But what is not.
Ban. [To Macduff and Lenox.] Look, how our partner's
Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may
Without my stir.
Ban. New honours come upon him,
Like our strange garments: cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use.
Macb. Come what, come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me your favour:-my dull brain was wrought
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Ban. Very gladly.
Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends.
SCENE IV.-The Palace at Fores.-Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Enter KING DUNCAN, DONALBAIN, MALCOLM, ROSSE, and two CHAMBERLAINS, L.
King. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet returned?
Mal. My liege,
They are not yet come back;
With one that saw him die: who did report,
King. There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face:
An absolute trust.
Enter MACDUFF, MACBETH, BANQUO, and LENOX, L.
Oh, worthiest cousin,
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
Thatswiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing everything Safe toward your love and honour.
King. Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
Ban. There, if 1 grow,
King. My plenteous joys,
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not used for you;
[Aside, and crossing, R.] The Prince of Cumberland!
That is a step,
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
· King. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,