quotes, notes, timelines & more

Home » Quotes » Macbeth » Do you not hope your children shall be kings

Do you not hope your children shall be kings

Macbeth
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
Promised no less to them?

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man
That function is smothered in surmise,
And nothing is but what is not

Banquo
That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But ’tis strange.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s
In deepest consequence.—
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
 They step aside.
Macbeth, aside
Two truths are told
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.
 Aside. This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success
Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man
That function is smothered in surmise,
And nothing is but what is not.
Banquo
Look how our partner’s rapt.
Macbeth, aside
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me
Without my stir.
Banquo
New honors come upon him,
Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mold
But with the aid of use.
Macbeth, aside
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Source:
Act 1
Scene 3
Line 128

Source Type:

Spoken by:
,