Hail, Macbeth! Hail, Thane of Cawdor!

Worthiest cousin! The sin of my ingratitude was heavy on me.

Only I have left to say, more is thy due than more than all can pay.

The service and the loyalty I owe pays itself.

Your part is to receive our duties.

Welcome. I have begun to plant thee and will labour to make thee grow.

Noble Banquo, that has no less deserved...

...let me enfold thee and hold thee to my heart.

There if I grow, the harvest is your own.

Sons, kinsmen, thanes, and you whose places are the nearest...

...know we will establish our estate...

...upon our eldest, Malcolm.

Whom we name hereafter the Prince of Cumberland.

Hail, Prince of Cumberland!

Hail, Prince of Cumberland!

Go hence to Inverness and bind us further to you.

I'll go and make joyful the hearing of my wife with your approach.

- So humbly take my leave. - My worthy Cawdor.

It is a peerless kinsman.

The Prince of Cumberland!