Макбет
Scene III. A heath near Forres.
Banquo:Goodsir,whydoyoustart;andseemtofear
Thingsthatdosoundsofair?I’thenameoftruth,
Areyefantastical,orthatindeed
Whichoutwardlyyeshow?Mynoblepartner
Yougreetwithpresentgraceandgreatprediction
Ofnoblehavingandofroyalhope,
Thatheseemsraptwithal:tomeyouspeaknot.
Ifyoucanlookintotheseedsoftime,
Andsaywhichgrainwillgrowandwhichwillnot,
Speakthentome,whoneitherbegnorfear
Yourfavoursnoryourhate.
FirstWitch:Hail!
SecondWitch:Hail!
ThirdWitch:Hail!
FirstWitch:LesserthanMacbeth,andgreater.
SecondWitch:Notsohappy,yetmuchhappier.
ThirdWitch:Thoushaltgetkings,thoughthoubenone:
Soallhail,MacbethandBanquo!
FirstWitch:BanquoandMacbeth,allhail!
Macbeth:Stay,youimperfectspeakers,tellmemore:
BySinel’sdeathIknowIamthaneofGlamis;
ButhowofCawdor?thethaneofCawdorlives,
Aprosperousgentleman;andtobeking
Standsnotwithintheprospectofbelief,
NomorethantobeCawdor.Sayfromwhence
Youowethisstrangeintelligence?orwhy
Uponthisblastedheathyoustopourway
Withsuchpropheticgreeting?Speak,Ichargeyou.
Witchesvanish
