\'The Complete Works of William Shakespeare\' is a comprehensive collection of all the plays, sonnets, and poems written by the renowned English playwright and poet William Shakespeare. This anthology includes some of the most celebrated and enduring works in the English language. Among the famous plays are tragedies like \'Hamlet,\' \'Othello,\' and \'King Lear,\' comedies such as \'A Midsummer Night's Dream\' and \'Twelfth Night,\' and histories like \'Richard III\' and \'Henry V.\'Shakespeare's sonnets, a collection of 154 poems, are also a prominent part of this compilation. These sonnets explore themes of love, time, beauty, and mortality, showcasing Shakespeare's mastery of poetic expression.The Complete Works of William Shakespeare provides readers and scholars with a comprehensive overview of the Bard's literary legacy, offering insight into the human condition, dramatic storytelling, and the art of language. It remains a cornerstone of English literature and a testament to Shakespeare's enduring impact on the world of literature and drama.
[Drum within.] BANQUO. How far ist calld to Forres?What are these, So witherd, and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o th earth, And yet are ont?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!
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BANQUO. Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair?I th name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye 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 favours 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!
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FIRST WITCH. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! MACBETH. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more. By Sinels death I know I am Thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting?Speak, I charge you. BANQUO. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanishd? MACBETH. Into the air; and what seemd corporal, Melted as breath into the wind. Would they had stayd! BANQUO. Were such things here as we do speak about? [WITCHES vanish.] Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner? MACBETH. Your children shall be kings. BANQUO. You shall be king. MACBETH. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? BANQUO. To the selfsame tune and words. Whos here?
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Enter ROSS and ANGUS. ROSS. The King hath happily receivd, Macbeth, The news of thy success, and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels fight, His wonders and his praises do contend Which should be thine or his: silencd with that, In viewing oer the rest o th selfsame day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale Came post with post; and everyone did bear Thy praises in his kingdoms great defence, And pourd them down before him. ANGUS. We are sent To give thee from our royal master thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee. ROSS. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane, For it is thine.
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