[Witches vanish.
Ban. The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd? 80
Macb. Into the air, and what seem'd corporal melted[3757]
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd![3757]
Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root[3758]
That takes the reason prisoner? 85
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban. You shall be king.
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
Ban. To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?[3759]
Enter Ross and Angus.
Ross. The king hath happily received, Macbeth,[3760]
The news of thy success: and when he reads 90
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,[3761]
His wonders and his praises do contend[3762]
Which should be thine or his: silenced with that,[3762][3763]
In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, 95
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,[3764]
Strange images of death. As thick as hail[3765][3766]
Came post with post, and every one did bear[3766][3767]
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.