1 What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
2 What you have spoke, it may be so, perchance.
3 Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd.
4 That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold: What hath quench'd them hath given me fire.
5 What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.
6 The time approaches, That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe.
7 What I believe, I'll wail; What know, believe; and what I can redress, As I shall find the time to friend, I will.
8 What I am truly, Is thine and my poor country's to command: Whither, indeed, before thy here-approach, Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men, Already at a point, was setting forth.
9 What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or th Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble: or be alive again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword; If trembling I inhabit then, protest me The baby of a girl.