MACBETH. Had I three ears, I’d hear thee.

APPARITION. Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth.

[_Descends._]

MACBETH. Then live, Macduff: what need I fear of thee? But yet I’ll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate. Thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder.

[_Thunder. An Apparition of a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand, rises._]

What is this, That rises like the issue of a king, And wears upon his baby brow the round And top of sovereignty?