BANQUO How far is ’t called to Forres? ?What are these
So withered and so wild in their attire,
That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ th’ Earth,
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,
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!
FIRST WITCH All hail, Macbeth! Hail to you, Thane of Glamis!
SECOND WITCH All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! SECOND WITCH All hail, Macbeth! Hail to you, Thane of Cawdor!
THIRD WITCH All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!
BANQUO Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair [to the WITCHES] I’ th’name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? ? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.Things that do sound so fair [to the WITCHES] I’ th’name of truth,
Your favors nor your hate.
FIRST WITCH A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And munched, and munched, and munched. “Give me,” quoth I.
Aroint thee, witch!” the rump-fed runnion cries.
Her husband’s to Aleppo gone, master o’ th’ Tiger;
But in a sieve I’ll thither sail,
And like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do.
SECOND WITCH I'll give three a wind.
FIRST WITCH Th'art kind.
THIRD WITCH And I another.
FIRST WITCH I myself have all the other,
And the very quarters that they know
I'th sipman's card.
I'll drain him dry as hay;
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his penshouse lid.
He shall live a man forbid.
Weary sev’nnights 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, Wrecked as homeward he did come.
A drum sounds offstage.
THIRD WITCH A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come.
ALL ALL [dancing together in a circle]
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.
CAPTAIN As whence the sun‘gins his reflection
Shipwracking storms and direful thunders break,
So from that spring whence comfort seemed to come
Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark:
No sooner justice had, with valor armed,
Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
With furbished arms and new supplies of men,
Began a fresh assault.
DUNCAN Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
ダンカン ひるんだのではないか
さすがのマクベス、バンクオーも
CAPTAIN Yes, as sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As cannons overcharged with double cracks,
So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.
Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell?
But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
DUNCAN So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
They smack of honor both. Go get him surgeons.
ダンカン そのことばも傷も、いかにもお前らしい。
ともに名誉の香りを放っている。
Attendants help the CAPTAIN to exit.
付き添われて退場
ROSS and ANGUS enter.
ロスとアンガス登場
DUNCAN Who comes here?
ダンカン だれだあれは。
MALCOLM The worthy thane of Ross.
マルカム ロスの領主です。
LENNOX What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
That seems to speak things strange.
His eyes are wild! He looks like a man with an incredible story to tell.
レノックス ただならぬ目の色！ あの顔つき、
重大なことが起こったと報告にきたに違いない
ROSS God save the king.
ロス 国王万歳！
DUNCAN Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?
ダンカン どこから来た、ロスの領主？
ROSS From Fife, great king,
Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
And fan our people cold.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,
The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict,
Till that Bellona’s bridegroom, lapped in proof,
Confronted him with self-comparisons,
Point against point, rebellious arm ‘gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit; and to conclude,
The victory fell on us.
DUNCAN Great happiness!
ダンカン でかした
ROSS That now
Sweno, the Norways’ king, craves composition.
Nor would we deign him burial of his men
Till he disbursed at Saint Colme’s Inch
Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
A trumpet and the sounds of fighting offstage. KING DUNCAN enters with his sons MALCOLM and DONALBAIN, along with the Duke of LENNOX and a number of attendants. They meet a wounded CAPTAIN.
DUNCAN What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.
ダンカン 何者だ、あの血まみれの男は？ 満身創痍だな、
反乱軍との戦いの報告が聴けそうだ。
MALCOLM This is the sergeant
Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
‘Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
As thou didst leave it.
CAPTAIN Doubtful it stood,
As two spent swimmers that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald―
Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
The multiplying villanies of nature
Do swarm upon him― from the Western Isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied,
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Showed like a rebel’s whore. But all’s too weak,
For brave Macbeth―well he deserves that name―
Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel,
Which smoked with bloody execution,
Like valor’s minion carved out his passage
Till he faced the slave―;
Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseamed him from the nave to th’ chops,
And fixed his head upon our battlements.
First Witch：When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Second Witch：When the hurly-burly’s done,
When the battle’s lost and won.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Third Witch： That will be ere the set of sun.
First Witch： Where the place?
Second Witch： Upon the heath.
Third Witch： There to meet with Macbeth.
First Witch： I come, Graymalkin.
Second Witch： Paddock calls.
Third Witch： Anon.
All： Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
（They exit）.
