1 I did so; and went further, which is now Our point of second meeting.
2 "Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane;" and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane.
3 And now about the cauldron sing, Like elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.
4 I have a file Of all the gentry: there is Siward's son And many unrough youths, that even now Protest their first of manhood.
5 Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
6 That now Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition; Nor would we deign him burial of his men Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's Inch Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
7 We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.
8 Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, As broad and general as the casing air: But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
9 Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the Weird Women promis'd; and, I fear, Thou play'dst most foully for't; yet it was said It should not stand in thy posterity; But that myself should be the root and father Of many kings.
10 Now does he feel His secret murders sticking on his hands; Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach; Those he commands move only in command, Nothing in love: now does he feel his title Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Upon a dwarfish thief.