They met me in the day of success, and I have learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they madethemselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles Istood rapt in the wonder of it came missives from theking, who all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor,' by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, andreferred me to the coming on of time with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou might’st not lose the dues of rejoicing, by beingignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt beWhat thou art promised.
Hie thee hither,That I may pour my spirits in thine earAnd chastise with the valor of my tongue
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it.
What is your tidings?
Give him tending. He brings great news.
Thou'rt mad to say it.
So please you, it is true: our thane is coming. One of my fellows had the speed of him
The King comes here tonight.
The raven himself is hoarse 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.
Look like th' innocent flower, But be the serpent under ’t.