Macbeth Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's 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. [Witches vanish] Banquo The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Whither are they vanished? Macbeth Into the air; and what seemed corporal melted As breath into the wind. Would they had stayed. Banquo Were such things here as we do speak about, Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner? Read more about Act 1, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "insane root"
Tailor But how did you desire it should be made? Grumio Marry, sir, with needle and thread. Tailor But did you not request to have it cut? Grumio Thou hast faced many things. Tailor I have. Grumio Face not me; thou hast braved many men, brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou liest. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3498
Katherina I never saw a better-fashioned gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable. Belike you mean to make a puppet of me. Petruchio Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee. Tailor She says your worship means to make a puppet of her. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3497
