Your sons will be kings, even though you will not be king. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
All hail, Macbeth! That shall be king hereafter!
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to you, Baron of Cawdor!
You will be king.
Are we hallucinating?
Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle pointed toward my hand? Come, let me clutch you... I go, and it’s done; the bell invites me.Don’t hear it, Duncan, for it is a sorrowful omen of deathThat summons you to heaven or to hell.
We are resolved, my lord.
We shall, my lord,Perform what you command us.
I can’t do it,Because certain friends that are both his and mine,Whose loves I may not lose
I'll call upon you in a minute. Stay within.The problem is solved. Banquo, your soul's flight,If it finds heaven, must find it tonight.
Let’s do it.
O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! You’ll get revenge later. O slave!
There's only one down. The son has fled.
Which one of you have done this?
Done what, my good lord?
Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often this way, And has been from his youth. I beg you, stay seated.
None of women born shall harm Macbeth
You shall not be vanquished until Great Birnam wood comes to Dunsinane Hill