Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.
Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold; methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, could find in my heart to stay here still and turn witch.
You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order.
First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.
They say miracles are past.