When shall we meet again? In thunder, lighting, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won.
That will be ere the set of sun.
So foul is fair a day I have not seen.
What are these, so wither'd so wild in their attire, that look not like th'inhabitants o' the earth, and yet are on't?
How far is't call'd to forres?
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
Speak, if you can: -- What are you?
All hail, Macbeth! That shalt be King Hereafter.
All Hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not those in commission yet returned?
My liege, they are not yet come back; but I have spoke with one that saw him die: who did report, that very frankly he confess'd his treasons
Under my battlements. Come, you spiritsThat tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top-fullOf direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.Stop up the access and passage to remorse
If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly.
We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honored me of late, and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.