: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.
:12:07
The Thane of Cawdor lives.
:12:10
And to be king...
:12:13
... stands not within
the prospect of belief.
:12:18
No more than to be Cawdor.
:12:48
The king hath happily received
the news of thy success.
:12:51
Thick as hail came post with post,
and everyone did bear thy praises.
:12:56
We are sent to give thee from
our royal master thanks, not pay thee.