But the notion would not be expelled; two parts stood accomplished, but the third remained.

"Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be what thou art promised!"-- I forget how it runs on, for it is long since I saw the play, though I make bold to think that it is well enough written.

Alas, no good came of listening to witches there, if my memory holds the story of the piece rightly.
There is little profit, and less entertainment, in the record of my angry desponding thoughts.

Now I lay like a log, again I ranged the cell as a beast his cage.

I cared not a stiver for Buckingham's schemes, I paid small heed to Nell's jealousy.