Stop ye mysterious things-I charge you stay,.)
By Sinel's death I know as well as you,

I'm Thane of Glamis-How of Cawdor too?
The Thane of Cawdor lives-you are in jest,
He is a prosperous fellow I protest.

And then to be, as you assert, a king,
Is surely as incredible a thing.

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From whence have you deriv'd this information? Why stop our way with such strange salutation? Explain

(The Witches run off.

Banquo.

The earth hath bubbles, now I

con,

As well as hath the water-but they're gone.

Macbeth.

Off like a shot!(10) and what seem'd woman kind, Tripp'd it along like chaff before the wind.

Wou'd they had staid

Banquo.

Methinks 'tis all a dream

And what hath been, a fallacy doth seem.

Enter Rosse and Angus.

Rosse.

Macbeth, the king hath heard of all thy feats,
And oh his royal heart with pleasure beats.

Angus.

So high your valor in his favor ranks,
His Majesty has sent ten thousand thanks. (11)

Rosse.

He bade me too to greet you by the name
Of Thane of Cawdor-such is now thy claim;
Hail then most worthy Thane of Cawdor.

Banquo.

How!

The devil then speaks truth we must allow.

Macbeth.

The Thane of Cawdor lives as I suppose—
Why am I dress'd then in his borrow'd clothes?

Angus,

Who was the Thane yet lives—but lives to scorn,
The greatest scoundrel he that e'er was born;
"Tis fit that roguery should meet a check-
He lives then-with a halter round his neck.

Macbeth.

Glamis and Thane of Cawdor—but I find,
The greatest of my hopes is still behind. (aside)
I thank you kindly for the news you bring,
Remember me, I pray you, to the king.

(Rosse & An. ex.

Well, my brave friend, since what hath taken

place,

Don't you now hope to have a royal race?

DUETT.

Tune-Out of my sight or I'll box your ears.

Two truths are told and I must believe.

Banquo.

The Devil tells truth sometimes to deceive.

Macbeth.

Two truths are told-but oh for the third.

Then good or bad, let's merry, merry be,