2. How far is 't called to Forres?--What are these, so withered, and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitnats o' th' Earth and yet are on t?--Live you? Or are you aught that man may question? You seem to understand me
2. All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
1. Speak if you can. What are you?
2. 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 favors nor your hate.
1. Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear things that do sound so fair?--I' th' name of truth, and you fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly you show? My noble partner you greet your present grace and prediction of noble having and of royal hope,
Macbeth and Banquo enter. Macbeth on the left and Banquo on the right.
1. Hail! 4. Lesser than Macbeth and greater 7. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
3. By each at once her choppy finger laying upon her skinny lips. You should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interupt that you are so.
3. All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
4. All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!
1. Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more. By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis. But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives a prosperous gentleman, and to be king strands not within the prospect of belief,no more to be Cawdor.
1. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, and these are of them. Wither they are vanished? 3. Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?
3. Hail! 6. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none, so all hail, Macbeth, all hail
2. Hail! 5. Not so happy, yet much happier.
2. Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence or why upon this blasted health you stop our way with such prophetic greeting. Speak, I charge you.
The witches vanish.
2. Into the air, and what seemed corporal malted, as breath into the wind. Would they had stayed? 4. Your children shall be kings. 6. And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?
5. You shall be king 7. To th' selfsame tune and words.--Who' s here?