Read the excerpt from act 4, scene 1 of The Tragedy of Macbeth. Macbeth meets with the witches to ask about his future as king.Macbeth. I conjure you, by that which you profess,Howe’er you come to know it, answer me:Though you untie the winds and let them fightAgainst the churches; though the yesty wavesConfound and swallow navigation up;Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;Though castles topple on their warders’ heads;Though palaces and pyramids do slopeTheir heads to their foundations; though the treasureOf nature’s germens tumble all together,Even till destruction sicken; answer meTo what I ask you.