1st Witch: All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! 2nd Witch: All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! 3rd Witch: All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter.
Speak, if you can
What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Ducan. O, these flaws and starts Impostors to true fear would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces When all's done, You look but on a stool.
That will never be; Who can impress the forest, bid the tree Unfix his earth bound root? Sweet bodements! good. Rebellious dead, rise never, till the wood Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath To time and mortal custom.
Macbeth shall never vanquished be until Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane hill Shall come against him.
If thou speak'st false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive. Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt th'equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: Fear not, till Birnamwood Do come to Dunsinane'; and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane.