We must look up the Scene.
NORTH.
No need for that. You have it by heart—recite it.
TALBOYS.
"Macbeth. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Banquo. How far is't call'd to Forres?—What are these,
So wither'd, and so wild in their attire;
That look not like the inhabitants of the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? 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.
Macbeth. Speak, if you can;—What are you?
1st Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
2d Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
3d Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter.