Thrice to Thine and Thrice to Mine and Thrice Again to Make Up Nine Peace

Macbeth Translation Human action one, Scene 3

The sound of thunder. The three WITCHES enter.

FIRST WITCH

Where hast thou been, sister?

FIRST WITCH

Where have you been, sis?

SECOND WITCH

Killing swine.

SECOND WITCH

Killing pigs.

3rd WITCH

Sister, where thou?

THIRD WITCH

Where were you, sister?

Get-go WITCH

A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap, And munched, and munched, and munched. "Give me," quoth I. "Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed runnion cries. Her married man'southward 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.

Start WITCH

A crewman'southward wife had chestnuts in her lap and munched, and munched, and munched them. "Give me one," I said. "Get out of hither, witch!" the fat-bottomed, scabby woman cried. Her husband has gone to Aleppo as helm of a sailing ship called The Tiger. I'thousand going to sail there in a strainer, and them—like a rat without a tail—I'll practice this to him, and this, and that.

SECOND WITCH

I'll requite thee a wind.

SECOND WITCH

I'll make a current of air for you to canvas at that place.

Starting time WITCH

Thou 'rt kind.

FIRST WITCH

That's very kind.

Third WITCH

And I another.

Third WITCH

And I'll give you another wind.

Showtime WITCH

I myself accept all the other, And the very ports they accident, All the quarters that they know I' thursday' shipman'southward card. I'll drain him dry as hay. Slumber shall neither night nor mean solar day Hang upon his penthouse lid. He shall live a man forbid. Weary sev'nnights nine times ix Shall he dwindle, summit and pine. Though his bawl cannot be lost, Notwithstanding information technology shall be tempest-tossed. Look what I take.

First WITCH

I'one thousand already master of all the other winds, the locations from which they originate, and every management on the compass that they can blow. I'll drain him until he's dry equally hay, and won't let him slumber during night or 24-hour interval. He'll live as a cursed human being. For lxxx-one wearying weeks he'll slowly become sickly, and waste away from grief. Although I can't destroy his ship, I tin can all the same cafe it with storms by controlling the winds. Wait what I've got.

Second WITCH

Show me, show me.

2nd WITCH

Evidence me, testify me.

Commencement WITCH

Here I take a airplane pilot's thumb, Wrecked as homeward he did come.

Beginning WITCH

Hither I hold the thumb of a helm who was shipwrecked while returning habitation.

THIRD WITCH

A drum, a pulsate! Macbeth doth come.

THIRD WITCH

A drum, a drum! Macbeth comes.

ALL

[dancing together in a circle] The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the ocean and land, Thus practise go well-nigh, well-nigh, Thrice to thine and thrice to mine And thrice again, to make up nine. Peace! The charm'due south wound up.

ALL

[Dancing together in a circle] The weird sisters, hand in hand, swift travelers over the ocean and land, trip the light fantastic toe around and effectually! Three times your way, so three times mine, and three times once again, to add together up to nine. Quiet! The spell is ready.

MACBETH and BANQUO enter.

MACBETH

So foul and fair a twenty-four hours I have non seen.

MACBETH

I've never seen a day that was then good—because of our smashing victory—and yet with such bad weather.

BANQUO

How far is 't called to Forres? —What are these So withered and and then wild in their attire, That look not like thursday' inhabitants o' th' Earth, And yet are on 't? —Alive you? Or are y'all zippo That human being may question? You seem to understand me, By each at in one case her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.

BANQUO

How far is information technology to Forres, King Duncan'south palace? [He sees the WITCHES] What are these creatures? They're so wrinkled and wildly dressed. They don't look like residents of the earth, and withal here they are on it.

[To the WITCHES] Are you live? Are you something that a man tin can question? Y'all seem to empathise me, since each of you has placed a chapped finger to her skinny lips. You await like women, simply your beards won't let me believe that you really are.

MACBETH

Speak, if y'all tin: what are you lot?

MACBETH

Speak, if y'all tin. What are y'all?

FIRST WITCH

All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!

FIRST WITCH

All hail, Macbeth! Hail to you, Thane of Glamis!

SECOND WITCH

All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!

SECOND WITCH

All hail, Macbeth! Hail to you, Thane of Cawdor!

Tertiary WITCH

All hail, Macbeth, that shalt exist rex hereafter!

THIRD WITCH

All hail, Macbeth, who volition exist male monarch in the future!

BANQUO

Good sir, why do you first and seem to fearfulness Things that do sound so fair [to the WITCHES] I' thursday' 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 majestic hope, That he seems rapt nevertheless. To me you speak not. If you can wait into the seeds of fourth dimension And say which grain volition grow and which will not, Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fearfulness Your favors nor your detest.

BANQUO

[To MACBETH] Good sir, why do yous flinch and seem afraid of these words that predict such good things for you?

[To the WITCHES] Exist true, are you lot some kind of illusion—or are you, in fact, what you appear to be? You've greeted my noble friend past his electric current title, and predict a future of boosted noble titles and the promise of becoming king—all of which has left him astonished. However you don't speak at all to me. If you can await into the futurity and say what will happen, then speak to me. I neither desire your favors nor fear your hatred.

FIRST WITCH

Bottom than Macbeth and greater.

FIRST WITCH

You are lesser than Macbeth just also greater.

2d WITCH

Not and so happy, withal much happier.

SECOND WITCH

You volition not exist and so fortunate equally Macbeth, and yet much more than fortunate.

THIRD WITCH

Yard shalt go kings, though thou be none. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

3rd WITCH

Your descendants volition exist kings, though y'all will not be male monarch. Then all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

FIRST WITCH

Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

FIRST WITCH

Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

MACBETH

Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more. By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis. Only how of Cawdor? The thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman, and to exist king Stands not inside the prospect of belief, No more to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence, or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our mode With such prophetic greeting. Speak, I accuse you.

MACBETH

Wait! You take non told me everything. Tell me more. I know I am the Thane of Glamis, because the championship became mine when my father Sinel died. But how can I be the Thane of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor is live—and he is a rich, strong homo also. And for me to become king is beyond belief—only as it'south crazy for me to be Thane of Cawdor. Tell me where you got this unnatural information. And why did yous come to us on this dour and empty field with such a prophecy? I command yous to speak.

BANQUO

The earth hath bubbles, every bit the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanished?

BANQUO

The world has bubbles, just like as water does. These beings must come up from such a bubble. Where did they vanish?

MACBETH

Into the air, and what seemed corporal Melted, as breath into the wind. Would they had stayed.

MACBETH

Into the air. They seemed solid, but then just melted like breath into the wind. I wish that they would have stayed!

BANQUO

Were such things here as we practice speak about? Or have nosotros eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?

BANQUO

Were these creatures that we're discussing ever even here? Or have nosotros both eaten some root that'due south given us hallucinations?

MACBETH

Your children shall exist kings.

MACBETH

Your children will be kings.

BANQUO

You shall be rex.

MACBETH

And thane of Cawdor too: went it not then?

MACBETH

And Thane of Cawdor too. Is that what they said?

BANQUO

To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

BANQUO

Those were their verbal words. Who's coming hither?

ROSS

The rex hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy success, and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend Which should be thine or his. Silenced with that, In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of expiry. As thick as tale Can post with post, and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom'south great defense, And poured them down earlier him.

ROSS

Macbeth, the king was happy to acquire of your success. And when he heard the story of your personal heroism in the battle confronting the rebels, he couldn't decide whether to praise yous or merely exist silently amazed. He was also at a loss for words to find out that on the same day y'all fought the rebels, you also fought against the regular army of Kingdom of norway—and that you weren't at all agape of death, even as you killed those around you. A stream of messengers brought news of this to the king, and they gushed with praise for how you defended his land.

ANGUS

Nosotros are sent To requite thee from our royal master thank you, Simply to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee.

ANGUS

We've been sent to give you the rex's thanks and to escort you to him, although nosotros don't have your reward.

ROSS

And, for an earnest of a greater accolade, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which add-on, hail, almost worthy thane, For information technology is thine.

ROSS

Just— to give you a hint of the honors coming your manner—the king told me to call you the Thane of Cawdor. Hail, most worthy thane, for that title is now yours.

BANQUO

What, can the devil speak true?

BANQUO

What? Tin the devil speak the truth?

MACBETH

The thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you wearing apparel me In borrowed robes?

MACBETH

The Thane of Cawdor is even so alive. How can you pretend that his title is now mine?

ANGUS

Who was the thane lives nonetheless, Merely under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined With those of Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden aid and vantage, or that with both He labored in his land's wrack, I know not; Simply treasons capital, confessed and proved, Accept overthrown him.

ANGUS

The old Thane of Cawdor is still alive, only he's held under a capital punishment—and he deserves to die. I don't know whether he fought alongside the Norwegians or if he secretly helped the rebels, or if he worked with both of our enemies to destroy or country. But his majuscule treason has been proven, and he has confessed to it, so he has lost his one-time title.

MACBETH

[aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is backside. [to ROSS and ANGUS] Cheers for your pains. [bated to BANQUO] Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them?

MACBETH

[To himself] Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor! With the biggest part of their prophecy still to come up.

[To ROSS and ANGUS] Thanks for your efforts to bring this news.

[To BANQUO so that only he tin can hear] Are you starting to believe your children might be kings, since the witches who said I would be Thane of Cawdor promised they would be?

BANQUO

That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. Just 'tis strange. And oftentimes, to win us to our damage, The instruments of darkness tell u.s. truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray 'due south In deepest consequence. [to ROSS and ANGUS] Cousins, a give-and-take, I pray you.

BANQUO

If you trust them, then it seems you might eventually become king, not only Thane of Cawdor.  But all of this is strange.Often, to lead the states to harm, the agents of darkness will get-go tell u.s. some bit of truth. They win u.s. over by telling united states of america the truth well-nigh unimportant things, only to betray us when the consequences will exist most terrible.

[To ROSS and ANGUS] Gentlemen, speak with me a moment, please.

ROSS, ANGUS, and BANQUO move off to 1 side.

MACBETH

[aside] Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the royal theme. [to ROSS and ANGUS] I give thanks you, gentlemen. [aside] This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor. If skilful, why do I yield to that proffer Whose horrid epitome doth unfix my pilus And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is only fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man That function is smothered in surmise, And null is but what is not.

MACBETH

[To himself] Two of the  prophecies accept come true, making it seem similar this will end with my rise to the throne.

[To ROSS and ANGUS] Thank you, gentlemen.

[To himself] This supernatural temptation doesn't seem similar information technology's a bad thing, merely it tin't be practiced either. If it's bad, why did information technology promise me a success that turned out to be true? I am the Thane of Cawdor. Just if this is a good thing, why do I find myself thinking about something that is and then horrid that it makes my hair stand on end, and my heart pound unnaturally inside my chest? The things I should fear are less frightening to me than the horrible things I'm imagining. Although my thoughts of murder are but a fantasy, they shake my very sense of cocky. My ability to deed is blocked past my swirling thoughts, and all that matters to me are things that don't be.

BANQUO

Await how our partner's rapt.

BANQUO

Await how our friend is daydreaming.

MACBETH

[aside] If chance volition have me rex, why, hazard may crown me Without my stir.

MACBETH

[To himself] If fate wants me to exist male monarch, well, maybe fate will requite me the throne without me having to practise anything at all.

BANQUO

New honors come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold But with the assist of use.

BANQUO

Similar brand new clothes, Macbeth's new titles don't fit well until they've been worn for a while.

MACBETH

[bated] Come what come may, Fourth dimension and the hr runs through the roughest day.

MACBETH

[To himself] No matter what happens, time continues on.

BANQUO

Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

BANQUO

Good Macbeth, we're waiting for yous, whenever you're set up to go.

MACBETH

Requite me your favor. My irksome encephalon was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are registered where every day I plow The leafage to read them. Let us toward the king. [aside to BANQUO] Call up upon what hath chanced, and, at more than time, The interim having weighed it, permit us speak Our costless hearts each to other.

MACBETH

Pardon me. I was occupied by forgotten thoughts. Kind gentlemen, I won't forget your efforts today, and will think them every day. Let's go to the king.

[To BANQUO so that only he can hear] Call up about what just happened, and permit'southward discuss it freely with one another when nosotros've both had more than time to consider its implications.

MACBETH

Till so, enough. [to ROSS and ANGUS] Come, friends.

MACBETH

Until then, we'll keep tranquility virtually it.

[To ROSS and ANGUS] Permit'south go, my friends.

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