commencing in a truth?

I am Thane of Cawdor.

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion

whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

and make my seated heart knock at my ribs

against the use of nature?

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

If chance will have me king,

why, chance may crown me without my stir.

Hail, Macbeth.

O worthiest cousin.

More is thy due than more than all can pay.

The service and the loyalty I owe in doing it pays itself.

From hence to Inverness, and bind us further to you.

I'll be myself the harbinger

and make joyful the hearing of my wife with your approach,

so humbly take my leave.

My worthy Cawdor.

"They met me in the day of success

"and I have learned by the perfect'st report