Page 2077 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

And munched and munched and munched. ‘Give me,’ quoth I
‘Aroint thee, witch!’ the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’the Tiger.
But in a sieve I’ll thither sail

And like a rat without a tail
I’ll do, I’ll do, and I’ll do. [10]

SECOND WITCH
I’ll give thee a wind.

FIRST WITCH
Th’art kind.

THIRD WITCH
And I another.

FIRST WITCH
I myself have all the other.

And the very ports they blow
All the quarters that they know
I’the shipman’s card.
I’ll drain him dry as hay;

Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his penthouse lid. [20]
He shall live a man forbid.
Weary sev’n-nights nine times nine

Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine.
Though his bark cannot be lost,
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,
Wracked as homeward he did come.