thou art too like the spirit of banquo. Down!
thy crown does sear mine eyeballs and thy hair,
thou other gold-bound brow, is like the first.
A third is like the former.–Filthy Hags,
why do you show me this?– A fourth? start, eyes!
What will the line stretch out to th’ crack of doom?
Another yet? a seventh? i will see no more.
And yet the eigth appears who bears a glass
which shows me many more, and some i see
that twofold balls and treble scepters carry
Horrible sight! now i see ’tis true,
for the blood-boltered banquo smiles upon me
And points at them for his

please help i cannot understand shakespeare at all! 10 points to the most helpful answer! thanks for the help