As two spent swimmers, that do cling together Third Witch And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-- That will be ere the set of sun. Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature First Witch Do swarm upon him--from the western isles Where the place? Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Second Witch Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: Upon the heath. For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Third Witch Which smoked with bloody execution, There to meet with Macbeth. Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;

First Witch Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to I come, Graymalkin! him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps, Second Witch And fix'd his head upon our battlements. Paddock calls.
DUNCAN
Third Witch O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman! Anon.
Sergeant
ALL As whence the sun 'gins his reflection Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, Hover through the fog and filthy air. So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to
come
Exeunt Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had with valour arm'd SCENE II. A camp near Forres. Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage, Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, Began a fresh assault.

The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, DUNCAN
Dismay'd not this Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
Sergeant The victory fell on us.
Yes;

As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. DUNCAN
If I say sooth, I must report they were Great happiness!
As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so
they ROSS
Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe: That now
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition: Or memorise another Golgotha, Nor would we deign him burial of his men I cannot tell. Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch But I am faint, my gashes cry for help. Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

DUNCAN DUNCAN
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds; No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present
death,
Exit Sergeant, attended And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Who comes here? ROSS
I'll see it done.

Enter ROSS
DUNCAN
MALCOLM What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. The worthy thane of Ross.
Exeunt
LENNOX
What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he SCENE III. A heath near Forres. look
That seems to speak things strange. Thunder. Enter the three Witches
First Witch
ROSS Where hast thou been, sister? God save the king!
Second Witch
DUNCAN Killing swine.
Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
Third Witch

ROSS Sister, where thou?
From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky First Witch
And fan our people cold. Norway himself, A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, With terrible numbers, And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:-- Assisted by that most disloyal traitor 'Give me,' quoth I

'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. 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, Peace! the charm's wound up.
And, like a rat without a tail,
Enter MACBETH and BANQUO I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
Second Witch MACBETH
I'll give thee a wind. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

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