Sec. Witch. Show me, show me.
First Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Wreck'd as homeward he did come. [Drum within.
Third Witch. A drum, a drum! 30
Macbeth doth come.[3742]
All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,[3743]
Posters of the sea and land,[3744]
Thus do go about, about:
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,[3745] 35
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace! the charm's wound up.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.[3746]
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.[3747]
Ban. How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these[3748]
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire, 40
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,[3749]
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, 45
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
Macb. Speak, if you can: what are you?
First Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
Sec. Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!