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

　　You owe this strange intelligence ?or why

　　Upon this blasted heath you stop our way

　　With such prophetic greeting ?Speak，I charge you.

　　[Witches vanish]

　　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 stay'd!

　　BANQUO

　　Were such things here as we do speak about?

　　Or have we eaten on 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 selfsame tune and words.Who's here?

　　[Enter ROSS and ANGUS]

　　ROSS

　　The king hath happily received，Macbeth，

　　The news of thy success;and when he reads

　　Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight，

　　His wonders and his praises do contend

　　Which should be thine or his：silenced with that，

　　In viewing o'er the rest o'the selfsame day，

　　He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks，

　　Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make，

　　Strange images of death.As thick as hail

　　Came post with post;and every one did bear

　　Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence，

　　And pour 'd them down before him.

　　ANGUS

　　We are sent

　　To give thee from our royal master thanks;

　　Only to herald thee into his sight，