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 ![]() Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! That he seems rapt withal:–to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time,Īnd say which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors nor your hate. Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope, 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 How far is’t call’d to Forres?–What are these 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 chappy finger laying Upon her skinny lips:–you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.Īll hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!Īll hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!Īll hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter! Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine:– Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ the Tiger: But in a sieve I’ll thither sail, What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.Ī 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. No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest:–go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Sweno, the Norways’ king, craves composition Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme’s-inch, Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Point against point rebellious, arm ‘gainst arm, Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, The victory fell on us. The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapp’d in proof, Confronted him with self-comparisons, Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky And fan our people cold. What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look That seems to speak things strange. So well thy words become thee as thy wounds They smack of honor both.–Go, get him surgeons. If I say sooth, I must report they wereĪs cannons overcharg’d with double cracks So theyĭoubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorize another Golgotha, Mark, King of Scotland, mark: No sooner justice had, with valor arm’d, Compell’d these skipping kerns to trust their heels, But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, With furbish’d arms and new supplies of men, Began a fresh assault.Īs sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. But all’s too weak For brave Macbeth,–well he deserves that name,– Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel, Which smok’d with bloody execution,Ĭarv’d out his passag tTill he fac’d the slave And ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chaps, And fix’d his head upon our battlements.Īs whence the sun ‘gins his reflection Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break So from that spring, whence comfort seem’d to come Discomfort swells. The multiplying villainies of nature Do swarm upon him,–from the Western isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied Īnd fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show’d like a rebel’s whore. The merciless Macdonwald,– Worthy to be a rebel,–for to that ![]() Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought ‘Gainst my captivity.–Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it.Īs two spent swimmers that do cling together And choke their art. ![]() What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt SCENE: In the end of the Fourth Act, in England through the rest of the Play, in Scotland and chiefly at Macbeth’s Castle. The Ghost of Banquo and several other Apparitions. Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Attendants, and Messengers. SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, General of the English Forces.
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