Rosse. That now

Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes' inch,

Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive

Our bosom interest.-Go, pronounce his present

death,

And with his former title greet Macbeth.

Rosse. I'll see it done.

Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath

Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

2 Witch. Killing swine.

3 Witch. Sister, where thou?

1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd.'Give me,' quoth I:

'Aroint thee,1 witch!' the rump-fed ronyon 2 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,

1 Avaunt, begone. 2 The scurvy woman fed on offals.

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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 myself have all the other; And the very ports they blow,

All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.1

I will drain him dry as hay :
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his penthouse lid;

He shall live a man forbid : 2

Weary seven-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Look what I have.

2 Witch. Show me, show me.

1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.

3 Witch. A drum, a drum;

Macbeth doth come.

[drum within.

All. The weird 3 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.

1 The sailor's chart.

2 Accursed.

Prophetic.