MACBETH Stay,you imperfect speakers,tell me more: By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor?the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman;and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor.Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence?or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting?Speak,I charge you. [Witches vanish] BANQUO The earth hath bubbles,as the water has, And these are of them.Whither are they vanish'd? MACBETH Into the air;and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind.Would they had stay'd! BANQUO Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner? MACBETH Your children shall be kings. BANQUO You shall be king MACBETHMACBETH Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish] BANQUO The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? MACBETH Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! BANQUO Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner? MACBETH Your children shall be kings. BANQUO You shall be king. MACBETH