Bring them before us. To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus- Our fears in Banquo stick deep, And in his royalty of nature reigns that
Whose being I do fear: and under him My genius is rebuked, as it is said Mark Anthony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters, When first they put my name of King upon me. And bade them speak to him; then prophetlike
Which would be feared. 'Tis much he dares; And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor To act in safety. There is none but he
Put rancors in the vessel of my peace Only for them, and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man, To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings! Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, And champion me to th' utterance! Who's there?
They hailed him father to a line of kings. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown And put a barren scepter in my gripe, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand. No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so, For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;