[To the Soothsayer] The 15th of March has come.
Yes, Caesar, but it is not over.
Greetings, Caesar! Read this schedule.
Trebonius would like you to read over his humble request, at your leisure.
Oh, Caesar, read mine first, for mine is a request that's more relevant to you. Read it, great Caesar!
[To Lucius] Hey, Lucius, hello! [Aside to himself] I can't tell by the position of the stars how close it is to dawn. Lucius, I say! I wish my vice was sleeping too well. When are you getting here, Lucius? [To Lucius] Wake up, I say! Hey, Lucius!
Did you call, my lord?
Get me a candle for my office, Lucius. When it's lit, come and call me.
Get out of here! Go home, you lazy peasants, go home. Is this a holiday I’m not aware of? What, don’t you know that as laborers you’re not allowed to walk around town on a work day without the tools of your trade? You there, tell me, what’s your trade?
Why, sir, I’m a carpenter.
So where’s your leather apron and your ruler? Why are you wearing your best clothes? You, sir, what’s your trade?
I’ve stayed up observing her with you for two nights, but I still haven’t seen anything to make me believe your report. When was the last time she was sleepwalking?
Ever since the king went off to battle, I’ve seen her get up, throw on her nightgown, unlock her cabinet, pull out some paper, fold it, write on it, read it, seal it closed, and then go back to bed. And all this while fast asleep!
Three times the striped cat has meowed.
Three times and once more the porcupine has whined.
Harpier, my familiar, cries out, “It’s time, it’s time”.
Around the cauldron we go, and throw in poisoned entrails. A toad, captured while sleeping, that sweat venom under a cold stone for thirty-one days. It’s first to be boiled in the magic pot.
Now you have it all, Macbeth. You’re king, Lord of Cawdor, and Lord of Glamis. Everything the witches promised, yet I’m afraid you might have engaged in foul play for it. But they said your children would not be kings, and that instead I would be the father to many kings. If they really spoke the truth – as it seems clear they did from your case, Macbeth – perhaps what they said about me will come true as well. But hush, I better be quiet!
How’s the night going, son?
The moon’s gone down. I haven’t heard the clock.
And the moon goes down about midnight.
I think it’s later than that, father.
When shall the three of us meet again? Will there be thunder, lightning, or rain?
We’ll meet when the fighting is over, when the battle’s been lost by one side, and won by the other.
That’ll be before sunset.
Where will we meet?
In the open field.
Where we’ll meet Macbeth.
