1 The air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
2 Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air.
3 Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd The air is delicate.
4 I am for th air; this night I'll spend Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
5 Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, Melted as breath into the wind.
6 When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
7 I'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round; That this great king may kindly say, Our duties did his welcome pay.
8 Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, As broad and general as the casing air: But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
9 Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born.
10 Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.