No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth.
I’ll see it done.
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
Hail Macbeth, thane of glamis! Thane of Cawdor! He will be king!
The prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see....
We will speak further.
O, never Shall sun that morrow see! Look like th' innocent flower, But be the serpent under ’t.
Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.
What beast was ’t, then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man