Macbeth
Act I, Scene 3
A heath near Forres.
- Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
First Witch
1- Where hast thou been, sister?
Second Witch
2- Killing swine.
Third Witch
3- Sister, where thou?
First Witch
4 - 10- A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap,
- And mounch’d, and mounch’d, and mounch’d. “Give me!” quoth I.
- “Aroint thee, witch!” the rump-fed ronyon cries.
- Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ th’ Tiger;
- But in a sieve I’ll thither sail,
- And like a rat without a tail,
- I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do.
Second Witch
11- I’ll give thee a wind.
First Witch
12- Th’ art kind.
Third Witch
13- And I another.
First Witch
14 - 26- 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:
- 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;
- Though his bark cannot be lost,
- Yet it shall be tempest-toss’d.
- Look what I have.
Second Witch
27- Show me, show me.
First Witch
28 - 29- Here I have a pilot’s thumb,
- Wrack’d as homeward he did come.
- Drum within.
Third Witch
30 - 31- A drum, a drum!
- Macbeth doth come.
Three Witches
32 - 37- The weird sisters, hand in hand,
- Posters of the sea and land,
- 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
38- So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Banquo
39 - 47- How far is’t call’d to Forres? What are these
- So wither’d 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 understand 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
48- Speak, if you can: what are you?
First Witch
49- All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
Second Witch
50- All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee. Thane of Cawdor!
Third Witch
51- All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter!
Banquo
52 - 62- Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear
- Things that do sound so fair?—I’ th’ name of truth,
- Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
- 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,
- 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
63- Hail!
Second Witch
64- Hail!
Third Witch
65- Hail!
First Witch
66- Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
Second Witch
67- Not so happy, yet much happier.
Third Witch
68 - 69- Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
- So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
First Witch
70- Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
Macbeth
71 - 79- 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
- 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.
- Witches vanish.
Banquo
80 - 81- The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
- And these are of them. Whither are they vanish’d?
Macbeth
82 - 83- Into the air; and what seem’d corporal melted,
- As breath into the wind. Would they had stay’d!
Banquo
84 - 86- Were such things here as we do speak about?
- Or have we eaten on the insane root
- That takes the reason prisoner?
Macbeth
87- Your children shall be kings.
Banquo
88- You shall be king.
Macbeth
89- And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?
Banquo
90- To th’ self-same tune and words. Who’s here?
- Enter Rosse and Angus.
Rosse
91 - 102- The King hath happily receiv’d, Macbeth,
- The news of thy success; and when he reads
- Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight,
- His wonders and his praises do contend
- Which should be thine or his. Silenc’d with that,
- In viewing o’er the rest o’ th’ self-same 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 defense,
- And pour’d them down before him.
Angus
103 - 106- We are sent
- To give thee from our royal master thanks,
- Only to herald thee into his sight,
- Not pay thee.
Rosse
107 - 110- And for an earnest of a greater honor,
- He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor;
- In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,
- For it is thine.
Banquo
111- What, can the devil speak true?
Macbeth
112 - 113- The Thane of Cawdor lives; why do you dress me
- In borrowed robes?
Angus
114 - 121- Who was the thane lives yet,
- But under heavy judgment bears that life
- Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combin’d
- With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
- With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
- He labor’d in his country’s wrack, I know not;
- But treasons capital, confess’d and prov’d,
- Have overthrown him.
Macbeth
122 - 127- Aside.
- Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor!
- The greatest is behind.
- To Rosse and Angus.
- Thanks for your pains.
- Aside to Banquo.
- Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
- When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
- Promis’d no less to them?
Banquo
128 - 135- Aside to Macbeth
- 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.
Macbeth
136 - 151- 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.
- 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
152- Look how our partner’s rapt.
Macbeth
153 - 154- Aside.
- If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me
- Without my stir.
Banquo
155 - 157- New honors come upon him,
- Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
- But with the aid of use.
Macbeth
158 - 159- Aside.
- Come what come may,
- Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Banquo
160- Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Macbeth
161 - 167- Give me your favor; my dull brain was wrought
- With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
- Are regist’red where every day I turn
- The leaf to read them. Let us toward the King.
- Aside to Banquo.
- Think upon what hath chanc’d; and at more time,
- The interim having weigh’d it, let us speak
- Our free hearts each to other.
Banquo
168- Very gladly.
Macbeth
169- Till then, enough.—Come, friends.
- Exeunt.