MACBETH aside Two prophecies are now fulfilled. The third promises me a crown. But why do I feel my hair standing on end? Where has this thought of blood come from? Fate offers me a crown which I will not stretch out my hand to snatch.
BANQUO aside Oh, how the hope of a kingdom fills him with pride! But often the wicked spirit of hell tells us truths and betrays us, and, cursed, we are abandone above that pit dug out for us.
MESSENGERS aside Why has Macbeth taken this news so coldly? Why does he show no pleasure?