macbeth 1
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- How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these so wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o the earth, And yet are on't Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her chappy finger laying Upon her skinny lips: you should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
- So foul and fair a day i have not seen.
- Speak, if you can: what are you?
- All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
- All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
- Witch. All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
- Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner 155You greet with present grace and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not. If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate.
- Hail
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