Whence camest thou, worthy thane? DUNCAN ROSS What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won. From Fife, great king; Exeunt Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky And fan our people cold. Norway himself, SCENE III. A heath near Forres. With terrible numbers, Assisted by that most disloyal traitor Thunder. Enter the three Witches The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict; First Witch Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, Confronted him with self-comparisons, Where hast thou been, sister? Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, Second Witch The victory fell on us. Killing swine. DUNCAN Third Witch Great happiness! Sister, where thou? ROSS First Witch That now A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition: And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:-- Nor would we deign him burial of his men 'Give me,' quoth I: Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch 'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: DUNCAN But in a sieve I'll thither sail, And, like a rat without a tail, No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do. Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. Second Witch ROSS I'll give thee a wind. I'll see it done. First Witch
Whence camest thou, worthy thane? 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 near Forres. 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 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. Second Witch I'll give thee a wind. First Witch