So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Macbeth
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Banquo
How far is ’t called to Forres?—What are these,
So withered, and so wild in their attire,
That look not like th’ inhabitants o’ th’ Earth
And yet are on ’t?—Live you? Or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand me
By each at once her choppy finger laying
Upon her skinny lips. You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
Macbeth
Speak if you can. What are you?
First Witch
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!
Second Witch
All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!
Third Witch
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!

If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak, then, to me

Banquo
Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair?—I’ th’ name of truth,
Are you fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly you show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace and great prediction
Of noble having and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal. To me you speak not.
If you can look into the seeds of time
And say which grain will grow and which will not,
Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favors nor your hate.
First Witch
Hail!
Second Witch
Hail!
Third Witch
Hail!
First Witch
Lesser than Macbeth and greater.
Second Witch
Not so happy, yet much happier.
Third Witch
Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
First Witch
Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!