To my mistress,
I have had some great news. As I was returning from battle three foul and peculiar women came before me and spoke of great fortune. These are the words that they spoke. "All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, thane of Glamis! All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!" They said that it would be soon to come. At first I did not believe these peculiar hags of the night, but soon after their parting I was greeted by two men who brought news that I was to be thane of Cawdor.
My mistress this is but a blessing for soon if these strange profits speak of what is to come I could be king! I thought that I should deliver such wonderful news to thee, my dearest partner of greatness but do not rejoice yet for I do not no of any way that I could become king unless the deed of death should befall Duncan.
On my return I shall whisper my plans into thine ear and we shall speak of these tales but for now my sweat love I say farewell