I go, and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
To be thus is nothing but to be safely thus. our fears in Banquo stick deep, and in his rodery of nature
Not in the legions Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned In evils to top Macbeth.
Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands The usurper’s cursèd head. The time is free. I see thee compassed with thy kingdom’s pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds, Whose voices I desire aloud with mine. Hail, King of Scotland!