ANG. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgement bears that life MACB. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.Do you not hope your children fhall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no less to them? BAN. That, trufted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The inftruments of darkness tell us truths; In deepest consequence. Coufins, a word, I pray you. MACB. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the fwelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.This fupernatural foliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good :—If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of fuccefs, My thought, whofe murder yet is but fantastical, But what is not. BAN. Look, how our partner’s rapt. MACB. If chance will have me king, why, chance may Without crown me, my stir. BAN. New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. MACB. Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.— Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other. BAN. Very gladly. MACB. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DON ALBAIN, LENOX, and Attendants. DUN. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commiffion yet return'd? MAL. My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that faw him die: who did report, That very frankly he confefs'd his treasons; DUN. There's no art, To find the mind's conftruction in the face: An abfolute truft.-O worthieft cousin ! Enter MACBETH, BAN QUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. The fin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: Thou art fo far before, To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst lefs deferv'd; Are to your throne and state, children, and fervants; DUN. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour And hold thee to my heart. BAN. There if I grow, The harvest is your own. DUN. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But figns of nobleness, like stars, shall shine MACB. The reft is labour, which is not us'd for So, humbly take my leave. DUN. My worthy Cawdor! you: MACB. The prince of Cumberland!—That is a step, On which I muft fall down, or elfe o'er-leap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide [Afide. [Exit. DUN. True, worthy Banquo; he is full fo valiant; And in his commendations I am fed; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Whofe care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinfman. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V. Invernefs. A Room in MACBETH's Castle. Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter. LADY M.-They met me in the day of fuccefs; and I have Learned by the perfecteft report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burn'd in defire to quefiion them further, they made themfelves-air, into which they vanish'd. Whiles I flood rapt in the wonder of it, came miffives from the king, who all-bail'd me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird fifters faluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that fhalt be! This bave I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou might'ft not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and fhalt be What thou art promis'd:-Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, And yet would'sft wrongly win: thou'd'st have, great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou doft fear to do, Than wifheft fhould be undone. Hie thee hither, Enter an ATTENDANT. your tidings? ATTEN. The king comes here to-night. Is not thy mafter with him? who, wer't fo, Would have inform'd for preparation. ATTEN. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him; |