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FX: Drum
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Witch 3 / |
A drum, a drum! Macbeth does come. |
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FX: They
circle the cauldron chanting |
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Witches / |
The Witch sisters, hand in hand, Travelers of the sea and land, Now do go around, around. Thrice to yours and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make it nine. That's it!
The spell is done. |
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FX: 2
horses enter |
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Macbeth / |
I've never seen such a good and such an evil day, Banquo |
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Banquo / |
How far is it to Forres Macbeth? (he sees witches)
What are these creatures, so withered, so wild in their attire that
they don't look like inhabitants of this earth, and yet they are on it? (to witches) Are you alive? Or are you just spirits that men may question? You seem to understand me, by the way
you each put your craggy finger on your shriveled lips. You should be women, but your beards prevent me from
saying that you are. |
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Macbeth / |
Speak, if you can.
Who are you? |
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Witch 1 / |
All praise Macbeth!
Praise be to you, Lord of Glamis! |
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Witch 2 / |
All praise Macbeth!
Praise be to you, Lord of Cawdor! |
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Witch 3 / |
All praise Macbeth!
You shall be King! |
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Banquo / |
Good sir, why do you stare and seem to fear what sounds so
good? (to witches) In the name of God, are you spirits? Or as mortal as your appearance
suggests? You greet my noble partner, Macbeth, with the respect of
his noble title, but then predict the hope of further titles, and even the
Royal title. So now he is lost
in confused thought. But you say
nothing to me. If you can look
into the seeds of time, and say which seed will grow, and which will not,
then tell me my future. I ask
nothing more of you and nor do I fear your words. |
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Witch 1 / |
Praise! |
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Witch 2 / |
Praise! |
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Witch 3 / |
Praise! |
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Witch 1 / |
You will be lesser than Macbeth .... and greater. |
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Witch 2 / |
Not so happy ... yet happier. |
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Witch 3 / |
You will sire Kings, though you won't be one. So all praise, Macbeth and Banquo! |
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Witch 1 / |
Banquo and Macbeth, all praise! |
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Macbeth / |
Wait, you have not explained yourselves! Tell me more! I know I am Lord of Glamis, since my father died, but
how Lord of Cawdor? The
Lord of Cawdor lives a healthy, prosperous life. And the prospect of being King is beyond my belief, as is
being Cawdor. Tell me how
you came by this knowledge, and why, upon this god forsaken heath, you
stop us with such prophetic words? Speak, I order you! |
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Witches / |
(cackling as they fade away) |