Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.
Look what I have.
SECOND WITCH
Show me, show me.
FIRST WITCH
Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Wrecked as homeward he did come.
Drum within.
THIRD WITCH
30 A drum, a drum; Macbeth doth come.
ALL
32 The weird sisters, hand in hand, 33 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
39 How far is't called to Forres? What are these, 40 So withered and so wild in their attire That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth
And yet are on't? Live you, or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
44 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!48
SECOND WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!