Act 1, Scene 3

[A wasteland near the royal castle at Fores. Thunder and lightning, enter the three Witches.]

First Witch

Where hast thou been, sister?

Second Witch

Killing swine.

Third Witch

Sister, where thou?

First Witch

A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And munched, and munched, and munched. 'Give me,' quoth I.
'Aroint thee, 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.

Second Witch

I'll give thee a wind.

First Witch

Thou'rt kind.

Third Witch

And I another.

First Witch

I myself have all the other,
And the very ports they blow —
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.
I will drain him dry as hay.
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his penthouse lid.
He shall live a man forbid.
Weary seven nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine.
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.
Look what I have.

Second Witch

Show me, show me.

First Witch

Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Wrecked as homeward he did come.    
[Drumming offstage]

Third Witch

A drum, a drum.   
Macbeth doth come.

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,
And thrice again to make up nine.
Peace, the charm's wound up.
[Enter Macbeth and Banquo]

Macbeth

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Banquo

How far is't called to Forres?
 [Enter Witches] 
What are these,
So withered and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't?
[To the witches]
Live you or are you aught
That man may question?
[The witches signal for Banquo to be silent]
You seem to understand me,
By each at once her chappy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips. You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

Macbeth

                           Speak, if you can; what are you?

First Witch

All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.

Second Witch

All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor.

Third Witch

All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter.

Banquo

[To Macbeth] Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? [To Witches] 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 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,
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors, nor your hate.

First Witch

Hail.

Second Witch

Hail.

Third Witch

Hail.

First Witch

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

Second Witch

Not so happy, yet much happier.

Third Witch

Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.

First Witch

Banquo and Macbeth, all hail.

Macbeth

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

Banquo

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?

Macbeth

Into the air; and what seemed corporal melted
As breath into the wind. Would they had stayed.

Banquo

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

Macbeth

Your children shall be kings.

Banquo

                                               You shall be king.

Macbeth

And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?

Banquo

To the selfsame tune and words. 
[Enter Ross and Angus]

Banquo

Who's here?

Ross

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

Angus

                                                              We are sent
To give thee from our royal master thanks,
Only to herald thee into his sight,
Not pay thee.

Ross

And, for an earnest of a greater honor,
He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor —
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,
For it is thine.

Banquo

                        What, can the devil speak true?

Macbeth

The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me
In borrowed robes?

Angus

                                Who was the thane lives yet,
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined
With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage — or that with both
He labored in his country's wreck, I know not.
But treasons capital, confessed and proved,
Have overthrown him.

Macbeth

[To himself (aside)] Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor;
The greatest is behind. [To Ross and Angus] Thanks for your pains.
[To Banquo] Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
Promised no less to them?

Banquo

That, trusted 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
In deepest consequence.
[To Ross and Angus] Cousins, a word, I pray you.
[Banquo joins Ross and Angus; Macbeth speaks to himself]

Macbeth

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

Banquo

Look, how our partner's rapt.

Macbeth

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

Banquo

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

Macbeth

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

Banquo

Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

Macbeth

Give me your favor; my dull brain was wrought
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are registered where every day I turn
The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.
[To Banquo] Think upon what hath chanced, and at more time,
The interim having weighed it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.

Banquo

                                                   Very gladly.

Macbeth

Till then, enough. Come, friends.
[Exit]
Character Interview: The Witches
Character Interview: Macbeth and Banquo