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.

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.]

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