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 favours nor your hate. First Witch Hail! Second Witch Hail! Third Witch Hail! First Witch Lesser than Macbeth,and greater. Second Witch Not so happy,yet much happier. Third Witch Thou shalt get kings,though thou be none: So all hail,Macbeth and Banquo! First Witch Banquo and Macbeth,all hail!
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 favours nor your hate. First Witch Hail! Second Witch Hail! Third Witch Hail! First Witch Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. Second Witch Not so happy, yet much happier. Third Witch Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! First Witch Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
MACBETH 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 The earth hath bubbles,as the water has, And these are of them.Whither are they vanish'd? MACBETH Into the air;and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind.Would they had stay'd! BANQUO Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner? MACBETH Your children shall be kings. BANQUO You shall be king MACBETH
MACBETH 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 The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? MACBETH Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! BANQUO Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner? MACBETH Your children shall be kings. BANQUO You shall be king. MACBETH
And thane of Cawdor too:went it not so? BANQUO To the selfsame tune and words.Who's here? [Enter ROSS and ANGUS] ROSS The king hath happily received,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: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. ANGUS We are sent To give thee from our royal master thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee. ROSS And,for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me,from him,call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition,hail,most worthy thane! For it is thine BANQUO What,can the devil speak true?
And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? BANQUO To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here? [Enter ROSS and ANGUS] ROSS The king hath happily received, 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: 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. ANGUS We are sent To give thee from our royal master thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee. ROSS And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine. BANQUO What, can the devil speak true?
MACBETH The thane of Cawdor lives:why do you dress me In borrow'd robes? ANGUS Who was the thane lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose.Whether he was combined With those of Norway,or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage,or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck,I know not; But treasons capital,confess'd and proved, Have overthrown him. MACBETH [Aside] Glamis,and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind. [To ROSS and ANGU⑨ Thanks for your pains. [To BANQUO] Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them? BANQUO 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
MACBETH The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me In borrow'd robes? ANGUS Who was the thane lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined With those of Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage, or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, Have overthrown him. MACBETH [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind. [To ROSS and ANGUS] Thanks for your pains. [To BANQUO] Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them? BANQUO 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 [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 Look,how our partner's rapt. MACBETH [Aside] If chance will have me king,why,chance may crown me, Without my stir. BANQUO
In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you. MACBETH [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 Look, how our partner's rapt. MACBETH [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. BANQUO