Where hast thou been, sister? Killing swine. Sister, where thou? Her husband has gone to Aleppo as captain of a sailing ship called The Tiger. And I another. Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid. He shall live a man forbid. Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-tossed. Look what I have. Show me, show me. Here I hold the thumb of a captain who was shipwrecked while returning home.
A drum, a drum! Macbeth doth come. Three times your way, then three times mine, and three times again, to add up to nine.
The spell is ready. So foul and fair a day I have not seen. Or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand me, By each at once her choppy finger laying Upon her skinny lips. You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so. Are you something that a man can question? You seem to understand me, since each of you has placed a chapped finger to her skinny lips. Speak, if you can: what are you? All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
Hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter! My noble partner You greet with present grace and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope, 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.
If you can look into the future and say what will happen, then speak to me. I neither want your favors nor fear your hatred. Lesser than Macbeth and greater. Not so happy, yet much happier. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! Your descendants will be kings, though you will not be king. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more.
