[music] thou hast it now, king cawdor, glamis all as the weird women promised. and i fear thou play'dst most foully for it. yet, it was said it should not stand in thy posterity. but that myself should be the root and father of many kings. if there come truth from them, may they not be my oracle as well, and set me up in hope? but hush no more. here's our chief guest. tonight, we hold a solemn supper, sir. and i'll request your presence. let your highness command upon me. fail not our feast. my lord, i will not. to be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus. our fears in banquo stick deep and in his royalty of nature reigns that which would be feared. there is none, but he whose being i do fear. he chid the sisters and bade them speak to him. then prophet-like, they hailed him father to a line of kings whilst on my head they placed a fruitless crown and put a barren scepter in my gripe, no son of mine succeeding. if it be so, for banquo's issue have i filed my mind. for them, the gracious duncan have i murdered to make them the seed of banquo kings. both of you k