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Drum within.

THIRD WITCH
A drum! A drum.
Macbeth doth come. [30]

ALL
The Weird Sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,

Thus do go, about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine.
Peace! The charm’s wound up.

Enter Macbeth and Banquo.

MACBETH
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

BANQUO
How far is’t called to Forres? What are these,
So withered and so wild in their attire,
That look not like the inhabitants o’the earth, [40]

And yet are on’t? Live you? Or are you aught
That man may question? Your seem to understand me
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips. You should be women;
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret

That you are so.

MACBETH
Speak if you can! What are you?

FIRST WITCH
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!

SECOND WITCH