Aside. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind. To Ross and Angus . Thanks for your pains. To Banquo . Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them?

That trusted home Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But ’tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you.