What are these, so withered and wild in their attire?
All hail Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Glamis
Witches Vanish
All hail Macbeth, hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor
All hail Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter
Hail
To my noble partner, you greet with present grace and great prediction ... To me you speak not ... Speak then to me
Hail
Hail
Lesser than Macbeth and Greater
Not so happy, yet much happier
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. So all hail Macbeth and Banquo
Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more. I know I am the Thane of Glamis but how of Cawdor? And to be king stands not within the prospect of belief. Speak, I charge you.