Macb. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo: down!
Thy crown does sear mine eye-balls. And thy hair,[4365]
Thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.[4366]
A third is like the former. Filthy hags! 115
Why do you show me this? A fourth! Start, eyes![4367]
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Another yet! A seventh! I'll see no more:
And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass[4368]
Which shows me many more; and some I see 120
That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry:
Horrible sight! Now I see 'tis true;[4369]
For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,
And points at them for his. What, is this so?[4370]
First Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so: but why[4371][4372] 125
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly?[4348]
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites,[4348][4373]
And show the best of our delights:[4348]
I'll charm the air to give a sound,[4348]
While you perform your antic round,[4348][4374] 130
That this great king may kindly say[4348]
Our duties did his welcome pay.[4348]
[Music. The Witches dance, and then vanish, with Hecate.[4375]
Macb. Where are they? Gone? Let this pernicious hour[4376]
Stand aye accursed in the calendar!
Come in, without there!
Enter Lennox.
Len. What's your grace's will? 135
Macb. Saw you the weird sisters?[4377]
Len. No, my lord.
Macb. Came they not by you?
Len. No indeed, my lord.