We will meet when the battle is over. When the battle's lost and won
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
Speak, if you can: what are you?
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!
Don't go, stay and tell me more. I already know I'm the thane of Glamis. But how of Cawdor? The thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman, and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor.