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    Macbeth

    by William Shakespeare
    MFFE script v5.20 CloudReader v1.05
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  • Act One Scene Three

    A1S2>>> Macbeth hath won.
    Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
    A1S2--- Macbeth hath won.
    First Witch.
    Where hast thou been, Sister?
    --- thou been, Sister?
    Second Witch.
    Killing Swine.
    --- Killing Swine.
    Third Witch.
    Sister, where thou?
    --- Sister, where thou?
    First Witch.
    A Sailor's Wife had Chestnuts in her Lap,
    And munched, and munched, and munched: 'Give me,' quoth I; -
    'Aroynt 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.
    --- and I'll do.
    Second Witch.
    I'll give thee a Wind.
    --- thee a Wind.
    First Witch.
    Th'art kind.
    --- Th'art kind.
    Third Witch.
    And I another.
    --- And I another.
    First Witch.
    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'n nights, nine times nine,
    Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
    Though his Bark cannot be lost,
    Yet it shall be Tempest-tossed.
    Look what I have.
    --- what I have.
    Second Witch.
    Show me, show me.
    --- me, show me.
    First Witch.
    Here I have a Pilot's Thumb,
    Wrecked, as homeward he did come.
    >>> he did come.
    Drum within.
    --- he did come.
    Third Witch.
    A Drum! a Drum!
    Macbeth doth come.
    --- Macbeth doth come.
    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.
    >>> Charm's wound up.
    Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
    --- Charm's wound up.
    Macbeth.
    So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
    --- have not seen.
    Banquo.
    How far is't called to Forres? - What are these,
    So withered 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.
    --- you are so.
    Macbeth.
    Speak if you can: - what are you?
    --- what are you?
    First Witch.
    All hail Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
    --- Thane of Glamis!
    Second Witch.
    All hail Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
    --- Thane of Cawdor!
    Third Witch.
    All hail Macbeth! that shalt be King hereafter.
    --- be King hereafter.
    Banquo.
    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 favours nor your hate.
    --- nor your hate.
    First Witch.
    Hail!
    --- Hail!
    Second Witch.
    Hail!
    --- Hail!
    Third Witch.
    Hail!
    --- Hail!
    First Witch.
    Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
    --- Macbeth, and greater.
    Second Witch.
    Not so happy, yet much happier.
    --- yet much happier.
    Third Witch.
    Thou shalt get Kings, though thou be none:
    So all hail Macbeth, and Banquo!
    --- Macbeth, and Banquo!
    First Witch.
    Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail!
    --- 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 then 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.
    >>> I charge you.
    Witches vanish.
    --- I charge you.
    Banquo.
    The Earth hath bubbles, as the Water has,
    And these are of them. - Whither are they vanished?
    --- are they vanished?
    Macbeth.
    Into the Air; and what seemed corporal,
    Melted as breath into the Wind. Would they had stayed.
    --- they had stayed.
    Banquo.
    Were such things here, as we do speak about,
    Or have we eaten on the insane Root,
    That takes the Reason Prisoner?
    --- the Reason Prisoner?
    Macbeth.
    Your Children shall be Kings.
    --- shall be Kings.
    Banquo.
    You shall be King.
    --- shall be King.
    Macbeth.
    And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?
    --- it not so?
    Banquo.
    To th'selfsame tune and words. Who's here?
    >>> words, Who's here?
    Enter Ross and Angus.
    --- words. Who's here?
    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'th' 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 powered them down before him.
    --- 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.
    --- Not pay thee.
    Ross.
    And for an earnest of a greater Honour,
    He bad me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:
    In which addition, hail, most worthy Thane,
    For it is thine.
    --- it is thine.
    Banquo.
    What! can the Devil speak true?
    --- Devil speak true?
    Macbeth.
    The Thane of Cawdor lives: Why do you dress me
    In borrowed Robes?
    --- in borrowed Robes?
    Angus.
    Who was the Thane, lives yet;
    But under heavy Judgement 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 laboured
    In his Country's wrack, I know not;
    But Treason's Capital, confessed, and proved,
    Have overthrown him.
    --- Have overthrown him.
    Macbeth.
    Aside.
    Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor:
    The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains.
    Do you not hope your Children shall be Kings,
    When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me,
    Promised no less to them?
    --- 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.
    --- I pray you.
    Macbeth.
    Aside.
    Two Truths are told,
    As happy Prologues to the swelling Act
    Of the Imperial Theme. - I thank you Gentlemen. -
    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 smothered in surmise,
    And nothing is, but what is not.
    --- what is not.
    Banquo.
    Look how our Partner's rapt.
    --- our Partner's rapt.
    Macbeth.
    Aside.
    If Chance will have me King, why, Chance may Crown me,
    Without my stir.
    --- Without my stir.
    Banquo.
    New Honours come upon him
    Like our strange Garments, cleave not to their mould,
    But with the aid of use.
    --- aid of use.
    Macbeth.
    Aside.
    Come what come may,
    Time and the Hour runs through the roughest Day.
    --- the roughest Day.
    Banquo.
    Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
    --- upon your leisure.
    Macbeth.
    Give me your favour:
    My dull Brain was wrought with things forgotten.
    Kind Gentlemen, your pains are registered,
    Where every day I turn the Leaf to read them. - Let us toward the King:
    To Banquo.
    Think upon What hath chanced; and at more time,
    The Interim having weighed it, let us speak
    Our free Hearts each to other.
    --- each to other.
    Banquo.
    Very gladly.
    --- Very gladly.
    Macbeth.
    Till then, enough. - Come friends.
    >>> enough. - Come friends.
    Exeunt.
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