The first witch saw a fat and a woman with a bad skin eating a chestnut, the first witch asked for some but she didn't gave any, the first witch said she will keep the ship away from all the port for 81 days and keep the sailor tired, and she will stay in ship dress as a mouse in a sieve to trouble them
Share me your chestnuts!
Then I will keep the tiger of the ship away from all the borders and blow wind for 81 days and I will stay in a sieve as a mouse to trouble your ship.
When Macbeth come the witches sang we three are the traveller of sea and land, we will hold our hands together and spin 9 times to welcome you, stop the potion is ready.
The weird sisters, hand in hand,Posters of the sea and land,Thus do go about, about:Thrice to thine and thrice to mineAnd thrice again, to make up nine.Peace! the charm's wound up.
Macbeth doth come
How far is't call'd to Forres? What are theseSo wither'd and so wild in their attire,That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aughtThat man may question? You seem to understand me,By each at once her chappy finger layingUpon her skinny lips: you should be women,And yet your beards forbid me to interpretThat you are so.
Banquo asked Macbeth, how far they are from Forres to Macbeth, but before Macbeth could answer he saw the witches. Who are you? You look like woman, but your beards keep me away from thinking that you are, you look like a dead people but you also look like you came from another planet
All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
The first witch tell to Macbeth greeting Macbeth, Thane of Glamis, the second witch tell to Macbeth greeting Macbeth, Thane of Cawdor, and the third witch tell to Macbeth greeting Macbeth, you would be king hereafter, but hearing that news Macbeth looked confused
All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
Witches tell Banquo he will not be greater than Macbeth yet much happier, the second witch tell Banquo he will not be so happy yet much happier, the third witch tell Banquo he won't be the king but his descendants will be
Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
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 fearYour favours nor your hate
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
Ross tell Macbeth that King Duncan rewarded him with a title Thane of Cawdor for his work
And, for an earnest of a greater honour,He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!For it is thine.