First Witch.
When shall we three meet again ^note
In thunder, lightning, or ^note in rain?

Sec. Witch.
When the hurlyburly's done ^note,
When the battle's lost and won.

Third Witch.
That will be ere the ^note set of sun.

First Witch.
Where the place?

Sec. Witch.
Upon the heath.

Third Witch.
There to meet with Macbeth ^note.

First Witch. ^note
I come ^note, Graymalkin.

All.
Paddock calls:—anon! ^note

Fair is foul, and foul is fair ^note. ^note
Hover through the ^note fog and filthy air. ^note [Exeunt. ^note Scene II. A camp ^note near Forres. Alarum within ^note. Enter Duncan, ^note Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant. ^note

Dun. ^note
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

Mal.
This is the sergeant
Who like a good ^note and hardy soldier fought
'Gainst ^note my captivity. Hail ^note, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge ^note of the broil
As thou didst leave it.

Ser.
Doubtful ^note it ^note stood; ^note
As two ^note spent ^note swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald ^note—
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies ^note of nature
Do swarm upon him—from the western isles

Of ^note kerns and gallowglasses ^note is ^note supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel ^note smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's ^note whore: but all's too weak ^note:
For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name—
Disdaining fortune ^note, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion ^note carved ^note out his passage
Till he ^note faced the slave; ^note
Which ne'er ^note shook hands ^note, nor bade ^note farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave ^note to the chaps ^note,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Dun.
O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

Ser.
As whence the sun 'gins ^note his reflection
Shipwrecking, storms and direful thunders break ^note, ^note
So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
Discomfort swells ^note. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping kerns ^note to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbish'd ^note arms and new supplies of men,

Began a fresh assault.

Dun.
Dismay'd not this
Our captains ^note, Macbeth ^note and Banquo? ^note

Ser.
Yes;
As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. ^note
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with ^note double cracks;
So they ^note
Doubly ^note redoubled strokes upon the foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking ^note wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell— ^note
But I am faint; my gashes cry for help. ^note

Dun.
So ^note well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons. [Exit ^note Sergeant, attended.
Who ^note comes here? ^note Enter Ross. ^note

Mal.
The worthy thane of Ross.

Len.
What a haste ^note looks through his eyes! So should he look

That seems ^note to speak things strange ^note.

Ross.
God save the king!

Dun.
Whence camest thou, worthy thane?

Ross.
From Fife, great king;
Where the Norweyan banners flout the ^note sky
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, ^note with ^note terrible numbers, ^note
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The thane of Cawdor, began ^note a dismal conflict;
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm ^note 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit: and ^note, to conclude,
The victory fell on us.

Dun.
Great happiness!

Ross.
That now
Sweno ^note, the Norways' ^{note note} king, craves composition ^note;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's inch ^note,
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Dun.
No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest ^note: go ^note pronounce his present ^note death,

And with his former title greet ^note Macbeth.

Ross.
I'll see it done.

Dun.
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. [Exeunt. Scene III. A heath ^note. Thunder. Enter the three Witches.

First Witch.
Where hast thou ^note been, sister?

Sec. Witch.
Killing swine.

Third Witch.
Sister ^note, where thou?

First Witch.
A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd. ‘Give me,’ quoth I: ^note
‘Aroint thee ^note, witch!’ the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the 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 ^note.

Sec. Witch.
I'll give thee a wind.

First Witch.
Thou'rt ^note kind.

Third Witch.
And I another.

First Witch.
I myself have all the other;
And the very ^note ports ^note they blow,
All the quarters that they know ^note
I' the shipman's card. ^note
I will ^note drain him dry as hay:

Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:
Weary se'nnights ^note nine times nine
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
Look what I have.

Sec. Witch.
Show me, show me.

First Witch.
Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Wreck'd as homeward he did come. [Drum within.

Third Witch.
A drum, a drum! ^note
Macbeth doth come.

All.
The weird ^note sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of ^note the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about:
Thrice ^note to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace! the charm's wound up. Enter Macbeth and Banquo. ^{note note}

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

Ban.
How far is't call'd to Forres ^note? What are these
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the ^note 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.

Macb.
Speak, if you can: what are you?

First Witch.
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

Sec. Witch.
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

Third Witch.
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!

Ban.
Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear ^note
Things that do sound so fair? I' the 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 ^note 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 ^note,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate.

First Witch.
Hail!

Sec. Witch.
Hail!

Third Witch.
Hail!

First Witch.
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Sec. Witch.
Not so happy, yet much happier.

Third Witch.
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So ^note all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

First Witch. ^note
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

Macb.
Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's ^note death I know I am ^note 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. ^note [Witches vanish.

Ban.
The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd?

Macb.
Into the air, and what seem'd corporal melted
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! ^note

Ban.
Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on ^note the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?

Macb.
Your children shall be kings.

Ban.
You shall be king.

Macb.
And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?

Ban.
To the selfsame tune and words. Who's ^note here? ^noteEnter Ross and Angus.

Ross.
The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
Thy personal venture ^note in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend
Which should ^note be thine or his: silenced with that, ^note
In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afeard ^note of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As ^note thick as hail
Came ^note post with ^note post ^note, and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.

Ang.
We are sent ^note

To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Only to herald ^note thee into his ^note sight,
Not pay thee. ^note

Ross.
And for an earnest of a greater honour,
He bade ^note me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.

Ban.
What, can the devil speak true?

Macb.
The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
In borrow'd ^note robes? ^note

Ang.
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 ^note Norway, or did ^note line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage, or that ^note with both
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not ^note;
But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
Have overthrown him.

Macb. [Aside ^note]
Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: ^note
The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains.— ^note
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
Promised no less to them?

Ban.
That, trusted ^note 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 ^note
In deepest consequence. ^note
Cousins, a word, I pray you ^note.

Macb. [Aside ^note]
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen. [Aside ^note]
This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot ^note be good ^note: if ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success, ^note
Commencing in a truth? I am ^note thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix ^note my hair ^note
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears ^note
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose ^note murder yet is but fantastical ^note,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not. ^note

Ban.
Look, how our partner's ^note rapt.

Macb. [Aside ^note]
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, ^note
Without my stir.

Ban.
New honours come upon him,
Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
But with the aid of use.

Macb. [Aside ^note]
Come what come may,
Time and the hour ^note runs through the roughest day.

Ban.
Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

Macb.
Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought ^note
With things forgotten ^note. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are register'd where every day I turn
The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. ^note
Think upon what hath chanced, and at more time, ^note
The ^note interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.

Ban.
Very gladly.

Macb.
Till then, enough. Come, friends. ^note [Exeunt. ^note Scene IV. [Footnote: Forres. The palace. ^note Flourish. Enter Duncan, ^note Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, ^note and Attendants.

Dun. ^note
Is execution done on Cawdor? ^note Are ^note not ^note
Those in commission yet return'd?

Mal.
My liege,

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die, who did report
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died ^note
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he owed ^note
As 'twere a careless trifle.

Dun.
There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust. Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus.
O worthiest ^note cousin!
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was ^note heavy on me: thou art ^note so far before
That ^note swiftest wing ^note of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. Would thou hadst ^note less deserved,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine ^note! only I have ^note left to say,
More is thy due than more ^note than all can pay.

Macb.
The service and the loyalty I owe,
In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
Is to receive our duties: and our duties
Are to your throne and state, children and servants;
Which do but what they should, by doing every thing

Safe ^note toward ^note your ^{note note} love ^note and honour. ^note

Dun.
Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserved, nor ^note must be known
No less to have done so: let me infold thee
And hold thee to my heart.

Ban.
There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.

Dun.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen ^note, thanes ^note,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon
Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not unaccompanied ^note invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers. From ^note hence to Inverness ^note, ^note
And bind us further to you.

Macb.
The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
I'll be myself the harbinger ^note, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So humbly take my leave.

Dun.
My worthy Cawdor!

Macb. [Aside ^note]
The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step,
On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;

Let not light ^note see my black and deep desires:
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit.

Dun.
True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant ^note,
And in his commendations I am fed;
It is a banquet to me. Let's ^note after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It ^note is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. ^{note note} Scene V. [Footnote: Inverness. Macbeth's castle. ^note Enter Lady Macbeth ^note, reading a letter.

Lady M. ^note

‘They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest ^note report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles ^note I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed ^note me “Thane of Cawdor;” by which title, before, these weird ^note sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with “Hail, king that shalt be ^note!” This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightst not lose the dues ^note of rejoicing, by being ignorant

of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.’