Relier Pairs Act 1 Scene 3 Macbeth (D)Version en ligne Match the quotes with the modern day language par Rachael Ward 1 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. 2 My noble partner You greet with present grace and great prediction Of noble having and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal. 3 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. 4 Look how our partner’s rapt. 5 The Thane of Cawdor lives. Why do you dress me In borrowed robes? 6 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? 7 Stay, you imperfect speakers. Tell me more. 8 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. 9 to be king Stands not within the prospect of belief, 10 Good sir, why do you start and seem to fear Things that do sound so fair? It’s good news, so why do you seem so afraid? Sometimes the devil tempts us to do wicked things by telling us something true. I am confused. If all this is good news, which it is, why do I feel so scared? Macbeth is lost in thought. I can’t believe you say I am going to be king! If you really can tell the future, tell me mine? I am not afraid of you and won’t worry too much what you say. The Thane of Cawdor is alive and well. What are you talking about? That’s not my title. Wait, don’t go. I want to hear more. You have given my friend such a brilliant prediction that he is now taking his time to think it over. What if I have to do something terrible to become king, like a murder?