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I Witch. Hail !
I Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
I Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail ! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me
By Sinel's death, I know I am thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king,
And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd? Macb. Into the air: and what seem'd corporal, melted
As breath into the wind.-'Would they had stay'd!
Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root,
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here?
Enter ROSSE and ANGUS.
Rosse. The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him.
Ang. We are sent, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
Ban. [aside.] What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
In borrow'd robes ?
Whether he was combined with those of Norway;
In his country's wreck, I know not;
Macb. [aside.] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-[To ROSSE and ANGUS.] Thanks for your pains.—
[To BAN.] Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,
Promised no less to them?
Ban. That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange; And oftentimes to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Macb. [aside.] Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentle
[Aside.] This supernatural soliciting
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. [aside.] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
Without my stir.
New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
But with the aid of use.
Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Mach. Give me your favour :
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains are register'd Where every day I turn the leaf to read them.Let us toward the king.[To BAN.] Think upon what hath chanced; and, at more time,
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends.
SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the Palace.
Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and Attendants.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd?
My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die: who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
There's no art
Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. O, worthiest cousin! The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: thou art so far before, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less. deserved;
That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! only I have left to say, More is thy due than more than all can pay.
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties and our duties Are, to your throne and state, children and
Which do but what they should, by doing every
Safe toward your love and honour.
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour