That will be ere the set of sun. There to meet with Macbeth.
When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won. Upon the heath.
When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Where the place?
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
'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 made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' .............
I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
O, never Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters.
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?