that were the slaves of drink?

Was this not nobly done?

Ay.

'Twould have angered any heart alive to hear the men deny it.

I say he has borne all things well.

Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Alas, the day. What good could they pretend?

Malcolm, the King's son, is stolen away and fled,

which puts upon him suspicion of the deed.

'Tis most like the sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

He is already named.

'Thou hast it now.

'King, Cawdor,

'Glamis,

'all as the weird women promised.

'And I fear thou playedst most foully for't.

'Yet it was said it should not stand in thy posterity.'

But that myself should be the root and father of many kings.

If there come truth from them,