act 1 Macbeth kills the tyrant king of whatever and gets told his fate by the three weird sisters. and his fate seems to come true.
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!
Were such things here as we do speak about? have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?
And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
Your children shall be kings.
140Against the use of nature And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor. Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Welcome hither. I have begun to plant thee, and will labor. To make thee full of growing.