"When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?"
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
More is thy due than more than all can pay.
And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers, restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature gives way to in repose!
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas in incarnadine, making the green one red.
knock! Who's there, in the other devil'sname? Faith, here's an equivocator, that couldswear in both the scales against either scale;who committed treason enough for God's sake,yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator.