The Witches have been introduced and they have given three prophecies to Macbeth.
All hail, Macbeth. Hale to thee Thane of Glamis
Speak, if you can; what are you?
All hail, Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor
What are these,So withered and so wild in their attire,
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter
Is this a dagger I see in front of me, with its handle pointing toward my hand?
Fateful apparition, isn’t it possible to touch you as well as see you? Or are you nothing more than a dagger created by the mind, a hallucination from my fevered brain?
DRuNk
I can’t go back. I’m afraid even to think about what I’ve done. I can’t stand to look at it again.
Wake Duncan with your knocking. I wish you could!
Coward! Give me the daggers. If Duncan bleeds I’ll paint the servants' faces with his blood.