The castle of Macduff I will surprise; / Seize upon Fife; give to th' edge o' th' sword / His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls / That trace him in his line.

Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? / But yet I'll make assurance double sure, / And take a bond of fate.

How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! / What is't you do?

I grant him bloody, / Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, / Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin / That has a name

black Macbeth / Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state / Esteem him as a lamb, being compar’d / With my confineless harms.

Meet we the med'cine of the sickly weal; / And with him pour we, in our country's purge, / Each drop of us.

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-fac'd loon! Where gott'st thou that goose look?

Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.

’Tis his main hope; / For where there is advantage to be given, / Both more and less have given him the revolt, / And none serve with him but constrained things, / Whose hearts are absent too.

As I did stand my watch upon the hill, / I look’d toward Birnam, and anon, methought, / The wood began to move.