1 Witch.
Where hast thou been, sister?

2 Witch.
Killing swine.

3 Witch.
Sister, where thou?

1 Witch.
A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And mouncht, and mouncht, and mouncht. Give me, quoth I.
† ^noteAroint 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.

2 Witch.
I'll give thee a wind.

1 Witch.
Thou art kind.

3 Witch.
And I another.

1 Witch.
I my self have all the other,
And the very ^{c note}points they blow,
All the quarters that they know,
I'th' ship-man's card—
I will drain him dry as hay;
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid;
Weary sev'nights, 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.

2 Witch.
Shew me, shew me.

1 Witch.
Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Wrackt as homeward he did come. [Drum within.

3 Witch.
A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come!

All.
The weyward 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.

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