Third Witch. All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!50
Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,[3750]
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction 55
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not:[3751]
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say which grain will grow and which will not,[3752]
Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear 60
Your favours nor your hate.
First Witch. Hail!
Sec. Witch. Hail!
Third Witch. Hail!
First Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 65
Sec. Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
Third Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo![3753]
First Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail![3754]
Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: 70
By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;[3755]
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence 75
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.[3756]