A sailor's wife had chestnuts and would not give me one. Her husband sailed to Aleppo. I shall sail there in a kitchen strainer and make his trip a miserable one.
And you, sister?
A drum, a drum! Macbeth has come.
We weird sisters, hand in hand, travelers of the sea and land, dance around like this we do, add three and three and three is nine. Finished, the charm is ready!
Macbeth, why do you seem startled of these good things they speak? Now, tell me my future.
All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, thane of Glamis.
All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor.
All hail, Macbeth, the future king!
What are you?
Lesser than Macbeth and greater.
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Wait, you must tell me more. I don't understand, the thane of Cawdor is alive. It is impossible for me to be the king. Tell me where you learned this.
Your sons will be kings. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
He is to be executed for treason.
But the thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you assign me a role that is already taken?
The king has sent me. You are to be titled thane of Cawdor.
Macbeth is not used to his new titles.
So far what they say is true, so I guess I will be king too. But this should be a good thing. Why am I thinking of murdering Duncan then? If fate says I will be king, then I should have no part in it. What happens will happen.