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- $Title{Macbeth: Act I, Scene III}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01400.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- MACBETH
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- ACT I
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- SCENE III: A heath near Forres.
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- {Thunder. Enter the three Witches.}
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- First Witch: Where hast thou been, sister?
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- Second Witch: Killing swine.
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- Third Witch: Sister, where thou?
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- First Witch: A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
- And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:--
- '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,
- I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. 10
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- Second Witch: I'll give thee a wind.
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- First Witch: Thou'rt kind.
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- Third Witch: And I another.
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- First Witch: I myself have all the other,
- 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
- Hang upon his pent-house lid; 20
- He shall live a man forbid:
- Weary se'nnights nine times nine
- Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
- Though his bark cannot be lost,
- Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
- Look what I have.
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- Second Witch: Show me, show me.
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- First Witch: Here I have a pilot's thumb,
- Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
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- [Drum within.]
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- Third Witch: A drum, a drum! 30
- Macbeth doth come.
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- ALL: 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.
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- {Enter MACBETH and BANQUO.}
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- MACBETH: So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
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- BANQUO: How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
- So wither'd and so wild in their attire, 40
- 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 chappy finger laying
- Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
- And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
- That you are so.
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- MACBETH: Speak, if you can: what are you?
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- First Witch: All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
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- Second Witch: All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
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- Third Witch: All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter! 50
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- 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
- 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 60
- Your favors nor your hate.
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- First Witch: Hail!
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- Second Witch: Hail!
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- Third Witch: Hail!
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- First Witch: Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
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- Second Witch: Not so happy, yet much happier.
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- Third Witch: Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
- So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
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- First Witch: Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
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- MACBETH: Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: 70
- 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.
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- [Witches vanish.]
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- BANQUO: The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
- And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? 80
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- MACBETH: Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
- As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!
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- BANQUO: Were such things here as we do speak about?
- Or have we eaten on the insane root
- That takes the reason prisoner?
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- MACBETH: Your children shall be kings.
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- BANQUO: You shall be king.
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- MACBETH: And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
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- BANQUO: To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?
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- {Enter ROSS and ANGUS.}
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- ROSS: The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
- The news of thy success; and when he reads 90
- 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' 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 hail
- Came post with post; and every one did bear
- Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
- And pour'd them down before him.
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- ANGUS: We are sent 100
- To give thee from our royal master thanks;
- Only to herald thee into his sight,
- Not pay thee.
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- ROSS: 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.
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- BANQUO: What, can the devil speak true?
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- MACBETH: The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
- In borrow'd robes?
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- ANGUS: Who was the thane lives yet;
- But under heavy judgment bears that life
- Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined 110
- 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 wreck, I know not;
- But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
- Have overthrown him.
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- MACBETH: [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
- The greatest is behind.
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- [To ROSS and ANGUS.]
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- Thanks for your pains.
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- [To BANQUO.]
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- Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
- When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
- Promised no less to them?
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- BANQUO: That trusted home 120
- 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.
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- MACBETH: [Aside] Two truths are told,
- As happy prologues to the swelling act
- Of the imperial theme.--I thank you, gentlemen.
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- [Aside] This supernatural soliciting 130
- 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 140
- Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
- But what is not.
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- BANQUO: Look, how our partner's rapt.
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- MACBETH: [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may
- crown me,
- Without my stir.
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- BANQUO: New horrors come upon him,
- Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
- But with the aid of use.
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- MACBETH: [Aside] Come what come may,
- Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
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- BANQUO: Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
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- MACBETH: Give me your favor: my dull brain was wrought
- With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains 150
- Are register'd where every day I turn
- The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.
- Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,
- The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
- Our free hearts each to other.
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- BANQUO: Very gladly.
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- MACBETH: Till then, enough. Come, friends.
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- [Exeunt.]
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