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ROSS . 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 . DUNCAN . Great happiness ! ROSS . That now Sweno , the Norways ’ king , craves composition ; Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursed at Saint Colme’s Inch Ten thousand dollars to our general use . DUNCAN . No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest . Go pronounce his present death , And with his former title greet Macbeth . ROSS . I’ll see it done . DUNCAN . What he hath lost , noble Macbeth hath won . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE III . A heath . Thunder . 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 mounch’d , and mounch’d , and mounch’d . “ Give me , ” quoth I . “ Aroint 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 . SECOND WITCH . I’ll give thee a wind . FIRST WITCH . Th’art 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 pent - house lid ; He shall live a man forbid . Weary sev’n - 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 . SECOND WITCH . Show me , show me . FIRST WITCH . Here I have a pilot’s thumb , Wrack’d as homeward he did come . [ Drum within . ] 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 call’d to Forres ? — What are these , So wither’d , and so wild in their attire , That look not like the inhabitants o ’ th ’ 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 . 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 !
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