So wither 'd and so wild in their attire，

　　That look not like the inhabitants o' 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 chappy 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?

　　First Witch

　　All hail，Macbeth!hail to thee，thane of Glamis!

　　Second Witch

　　All hail，Macbeth，hail to thee，thane of Cawdor!

　　Third Witch

　　All hail，Macbeth，thou shalt be king hereafter !

　　BANQUO

　　Good sir，why do you start;and seem to fear

　　Things that do sound so fair?I'the name of truth，

　　Are ye fantastical，or that indeed

　　Which outwardly ye show?My noble partner

　　You greet with present grace and great prediction

　　Of noble having and of royal hope，

　　That he seems rapt withal：to me you speak not.

　　If you can look into the seeds of time，

　　And say which grain will grow and which will not，

　　Speak then to me，who neither beg nor fear

　　Your favours nor your hate.

　　First Witch

　　Hail!

　　Second Witch

　　Hail!

　　Third Witch

　　Hail!

　　First Witch

　　Lesser than Macbeth，and greater.

　　Second Witch

　　Not so happy，yet much happier.

　　Third Witch

　　Thou shalt get kings，though thou be none：

　　So all hail，Macbeth and Banquo!

　　First Witch

　　Banquo and Macbeth，all hail!

　　MACBETN

　　Stay，you imperfect speakers，tell me more：

　　By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;