Macbeth 1.3.1-112.doc

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Macbeth 1.3.1-112.doc

    William Shakespeare (15641616). The Tragedy of Macbeth.

    The Harvard Classics. 190914.

    Act I

    Scene III

    [A heath near Forres]

    Thunder. Enter the three Witches

     1. Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

     2. Witch. Killing swine. 3. Witch. Sister, where thou? 4 1. 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 1 cries. Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ the Tiger; 8 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. 2. Witch. I’ll give thee a wind. 12 1. Witch. Thou’rt kind.

     3. Witch. And I another. 1. Witch. I myself have all the other, And the very ports they blow, 16 All the quarters that they know

    I’ the shipman’s card. 2 I’ll drain him dry as hay. Sleep shall neither night nor day 20 Hang upon his pent-house 3 lid;

    He shall live a man forbid. 4 Weary sevennights nine times nine Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine. 24 Though his bark cannot be lost,

    Yet it shall be tempest-tost. Look what I have. 2. Witch. Show me, show me. 28 1. Witch. Here I have a pilot’s thumb,

    Wreck’d as homeward he did come. Drum within. 3. Witch. A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come.

     32 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, 36 And thrice again, to make up nine.

    Peace! the charm’s wound up.

    Enter MACBETH and BANQUO

     Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

     Ban. How far is ’t call’d to Forres? What are these 40 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, 44 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. 48 Macb. Speak, if you can. What are you?

     1. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! 2. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! 3. Witch. All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be King hereafter! 52 Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair? [To the Witches.] I’ the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, 5 or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? 6 My noble partner 56 You greet with present grace and great prediction Of noble having 7 and of royal hope,