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1

Macbeth
[I, 1]

(stage directions)

1

[Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches]

2

Macbeth
[I, 1]

Second Witch

4

When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

3

Macbeth
[I, 1]

All

13

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

4

Macbeth
[I, 2]

Malcolm

21

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

5

Macbeth
[I, 2]

Sergeant

26

Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him—from the western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name—
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

6

Macbeth
[I, 2]

Sergeant

44

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

7

Macbeth
[I, 2]

Duncan

53

Dismay'd not this
Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

8

Macbeth
[I, 2]

Ross

74

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

9

Macbeth
[I, 2]

Duncan

91

No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.

10

Macbeth
[I, 3]

First Witch

101

A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:—
'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.

11

Macbeth
[I, 3]

Third Witch

111

And I another.

12

Macbeth
[I, 3]

First Witch

112

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 pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:
Weary se'nnights 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.

13

Macbeth
[I, 3]

All

131

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.

14

Macbeth
[I, 3]

(stage directions)

137

[Enter MACBETH and BANQUO]

15

Macbeth
[I, 3]

Macbeth

138

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

16

Macbeth
[I, 3]

Banquo

139

How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the 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 chappy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.

17

Macbeth
[I, 3]

Banquo

152

Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
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 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 favours nor your hate.

18

Macbeth
[I, 3]

First Witch

166

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

19

Macbeth
[I, 3]

Third Witch

168

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

20

Macbeth
[I, 3]

First Witch

170

Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!