:14:02
That, trusted home, might yet
enkindle you unto the crown...
:14:08
...besides the Thane of Cawdor.
:14:13
Often, to win us to our harm,
instruments of darkness tell truths.
:14:18
Win us with honest trifles,
to betray us in deepest consequence.
:14:29
This supernatural soliciting
cannot be ill...
:14:33
... cannot be good.
:14:36
If ill, why hath it given me earnest
of success, commencing in a truth?
:14:44
I am Thane of Cawdor.
:14:50
If good, why do I yield
to that suggestion...
:14:54
... whose horrid image doth unfix
my hair and make my seated heart...
:14:59
... knock at my ribs
against the use of nature?
:15:04
Present fears are less
than horrible imaginings.
:15:09
My thought, whose murder yet
is but fantastical...
:15:14
... shakes so my single state of man...
:15:17
... that function is smothered
in surmise...
:15:21
... and nothing is but what is not.
:15:32
I thank you, gentlemen.
:15:43
Look how our partner's rapt.
:15:47
If chance will have me king,
chance may crown me without my stir.
:15:52
Worthy Macbeth.
We stay upon your leisure.