Banquo. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them:—Whither are they vanish'd?
Macbeth. Into the air, and what seem'd corporal, melted
As breath into the wind. 'Would they had staid!
Banquo. Were such things here, as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten of the insane root,
That takes the reason prisoner.
Macbeth. Your children shall be kings.
Banquo. You shall be king.
Macbeth. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?
Banquo. To the self-same tune, and words."
NORTH.
Charles Kemble himself could not have given it more impressively.
BULLER.