• so foul and fair a day i have not seen
• speak if you can: what are you
•stay you imperfect speakers,tell me more
by sinels death i know i am thane of glamis
but how if cawdor? the thane of cawdor lives
a prosperous gentleman and to be king
stands not within the prospect of belief
no more than to be cawdor, say from whence
you owe this strange intelligence? or why
upon this blasted heath you stop our way
with such prophetic greeting: speak, i charge you
•into the air and what seemed corporal melted as breath into the wind, would they have stayed
•your children shall be kings
• and thane of cawdor too weren't it not so
•the thane of cawdor lives, why do you dress me in borrowed robes
•glands and thane of cawdor the greatest is behind
thanks for your pains
do you not hope your children shall be kings. when those that gave the thane of cawdor to me promised no less to them
•two truths are told as happy prologues to the swelling act of imperial theme
i thank you gentlemen
cannot be ill, cannot be good if i'll
why hath it given me earnest of success
commencing in a truth, i am thane of cawdor
if good, why do i yield to that suggestion
whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
and make my seated heart knock at my ribs
against the use of nature present fears
are less than horrible imaginings
my thought whose murder yet is but fantastical
shakes so my single state of man that function
is smothered in surmise and nothing is but what is not
•if chance will have me king why chance may crown me without my stir
• come what come may
time and the hour runs throughout the roughest day
•give me your favour: my full brain was wrought with things forgotten. kind gentlemen let us toward the king
think upon what hath chanced and at more time the interim having weighed it let us speak our free hearts each to other
•till then come friends
