What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

What are these?

Live you or are you aught that man may question?

Speak, if you can. What are you?

Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.

Macbeth. Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor.

All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter.

Good sir,

why do you start and seem to fear things that do sound so fair?

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.

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.

'Banquo and Macbeth,

'all hail.'