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Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

‘Aroint thee, witch! The rump-fed runyon cries.

First Witch

Macbeth                Act I, Scene iii, Line 6

We’re on the heath at the opening of Act III, and this is where Macbeth and Banquo first meet the three witches. The three witches are talking to each other here, before the two guys enter.

For clarity, aroint means be gone, away with you. Ronyon is a mangy creature; a term of abuse for a woman. Rump-fed? Well you’ll have to work that one out as best you can on your own. As far as I know, a rump is a rump. 

Here is the full reply of the First Witch when asked where she’s been.

A sailor’s wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And muncht, and muncht, and muncht:-
    ‘Give me,’ quoth I:
‘Aroint thee, witch!’ The rump-fed ronyon 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, and I’ll do.

So I thought that Asimov might have something on Aleppo and master o’th’Tiger in his book on Shakespeare, but nope, all he has to say about these lines is

For some thirty lines they (the witches) engage in witch-ish mumbo jumbo, and talk of killing swine and putting curses on sailors. It has nothing to do with the play, or, for that matter, with the witches. It is merely there for atmosphere, and, undoubtedly, to please King James.

So there you have it. Today’s Line is part of a section of witch-ish mumbo jumbo. At least, as far as Isaac Asimov is concerned, that’s what it is.

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