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84 Macbeth [Act IV 

Another yet ? A seventh ? I'll see no more : 

And yet the eighth appears, who bears a glass 

Which shows me many more; and some I see 120 

That two-fold balls and treble sceptres carry: 

Horrible sight ! Now I see 'tis true ; 

For the blood-bolterd Banquo smiles upon me, 

And points at them for his. What, is this so? 

First Witch. Ay, sir, all this is so ; but why 
Stands Macbeth thus amazedly? 
Come, sisters, cheer we up his sprites, 
And show the best of our delights: 
I'll charm the air to give a sound, 
While you perform your antic round, 130 

That this great king may kindly say 
Our duties did his welcome pay. 

Music. The Witches dance and then vanish, 
with Hecate. 

Macbeth. Where are they? Gone? Let this 
pernicious hour 
Stand aye accursed in the calendar! 
Come in, without there ! 

Enter Lennox 

Lennox. What's your grace's will? 

Macbeth. Saw you the weird sisters? 

Lennox. No, my lord. 

Macbeth. Came they not by you? 

Lennox. No indeed, my lord. 

Macbeth. Infected be the air whereon they ride,