First Witch He Knows Thy Thought: Hear

The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up Mine Eye!

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?

Oh! That You Could Turn Your Eyes Towards The Napes Of Your Necks, And Make But An Interior Survey Of Your Good Selves.

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.

Thou Dost Conspire Against Thy Friend, Iago, If Thou But Think'st Him Wronged, And Mak'st His Ear A Stranger To Thy Thoughts.