Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair?
You don’t say anything to me. If you can see the future and say how things will turn out, tell me. I don’t want your favors and I’m not afraid of your hatred.
Hail. Hail. Hail!
You are lesser than Macbeth but also greater.
You are not as happy as Macbeth, yet much happier.
Your descendants will be kings, even though you will not be one. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
Stay, you imperfect speakers. I know I am thane of Glamis. But how of Cawdor? The thane of Cawdor lives. A prosperous man. No more than to be Cawdor. From where you this strange intelligence? Speak, I charge you.
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
The witches Vanish and Macbeth as well as Banquo make their way to Forres.