and poured them down before him.

And we are sent to give thee from our royal master thanks.

And, for an earnest of a greater honour,

he bade me from him call thee Thane of Cawdor.

The Thane of Cawdor lives.

Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?

Treasons capital, confessed and proved, have overthrown him.

Do you not hope your children shall be kings

when those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me

promised no less to them?

That trusted home might yet enkindle you unto the crown

besides the Thane of Cawdor.

But 'tis strange,

and oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

the instruments of darkness tell us truths,

win us with honest trifles

to betray's in deepest consequence.

This supernatural soliciting cannot be ill,

cannot be good.

If ill, why hath it given me earnest of success,