:10:00
...that he seems rapt withal.
:10:03
To me you speak not.
:10:06
If you can look into
the seeds of time...
:10:09
...and say which grain will grow
and which will not, speak to me...
:10:14
...who neither beg nor fear
your favours nor your hate.
:10:19
Hail! Lesser than Macbeth,
and greater.
:10:24
Not so happy, yet much happier.
:10:27
Thou shalt beget kings,
though thou be none.
:10:32
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.
:10:34
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail.
:10:39
Stay, you imperfect speakers!
Tell me more.
:10:45
By Sinel's death,
I know I am Thane of Glamis.
:10:50
But how of Cawdor?
:10:53
Say from whence you owe
this intelligence.
:10:56
Or why upon this heath you stop
our way with such prophetic greeting?
:11:07
Whither are they vanished?
:11:12
Into the air.
:11:22
And what seemed corporal melted,
as breath into the wind.
:11:29
Were such things here
as we do speak about?
:11:33
Or have we eaten of the insane root
that takes reason prisoner?
:11:48
Your children shall be kings.
:11:51
You shall be king.
And Thane of Cawdor. Went it not so?
:11:55
To the selfsame tune and words.