MACBETH 
aside 
Two prophecies are now fulfilled. 
The third promises me a crown. 
But why do I feel my hair standing on end? 
Where has this thought of [bad word] from? 
Fate offers me a crown which I will not 
stretch out my hand to snatch. 

BANQUO 
aside 
Oh, how the hope of a kingdom 
fills him with pride! 
But often the wicked spirit of [bad word] 
tells us [bad word] and betrays us, 
and, cursed, we are abandone 
above that pit dug out for us. 

MESSENGERS 
aside 
Why has Macbeth taken this news so coldly? 
Why does he show no pleasure?