That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
Act innocent. But underneath you shall kill him tonight.
Tomorrow, as he purposes.
Only look up clear. To alter ever is to fear. Leave all the rest to me.
We will speak further.
Yes, the air is delicate.
This castle is pleasant. The air nimbly and sweet.
It is a honor to have you, your Majesty.
See, see our honored hostess! Thank you for having us.