I trust I’m not a family party spoiling.
Perhaps you’ll tell me what it is you brew,
For I’ve dropped in to take pot luck with you;
That is, I’d know my destiny; you see,
I’m not so easy as I’d wish to be.
1st Witch.—
You’ve come to the right shop, my lord, for we
Can read the future.
Macb.—
Read? You know full well,