So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! SECOND WITCH. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! THIRD WITCH. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter!

If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well / It were done quickly.

Where we are, / There’s daggers in men’s smiles: the near in blood, / The nearer bloody.

To be thus is nothing, / But to be safely thus.

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear / His hopes ’bove wisdom, grace, and fear. / And you all know, security / Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.

What's done cannot be undone.

And be these juggling fiends no more believ’d, / That palter with us in a double sense; / That keep the word of promise to our ear, / And break it to our hope!—

When the hurlyburly’s done, / When the battle’s lost and won.

Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. / SECOND WITCH. / Not so happy, yet much happier. / THIRD WITCH. / Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: / So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!