That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it, Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, Atten. The king comes here to-night. Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, 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; Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Give him tending, Than would make up his message. Under You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Macb. Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. Lady M. My dearest love, And when goes hence? Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes. Shall sun that morrow see! O, never Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men To alter favour ever is to fear: Only look up clear; [Exeunt SCENE VI.-The same. Before the castle. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants., Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath, Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress, Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Is delicate. Dun. Enter Lady MACBETH. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady M. All our service' In every point twice done, and then done double, Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith We rest your hermits. Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Dun. Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The same. A room in the castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter MACBETH. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,— First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Enter Lady MACBETH. Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the chamber? Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady M. Know you not, he has? Mach. We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Lady M. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? |