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SCENE IV.-Fores. A Room in the Palace. Flour
ish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commission yet return'd?
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 ;
Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a careless trifle.
There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.-worthiest cousin !
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
That swiftest wing of recompense
To overtake thee. 'Would, thou hadst less deserv'd ;
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 servants ;
Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
Safe toward your love and honour.
Welcome hither :
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing.--Noble Banquó,
be! T est per the du Tiesa
That hast no less deservd, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me infold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.
There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
whose places are 'the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
The prince of Cumberland : which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.-From hence to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you:
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach ;
So, humbly take my leave.
My worthy Cawdor!
Macb. The prince of Cumberland !- That is a step,
On which I must fall down, or else oʻerleap, [Aside.
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires !
Let not light see my black and deep desires :
The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit.
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;
And in his commendations I am fed;
It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :
It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt.
SCENE V.- Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Cas
tle. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.
Lady M.-They met me in the day of success; and
have learned by the perfectest report, they have more
in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in
desire to question them further, they made themselves
-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt
in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who
all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, be-
fore, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me
to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt
be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dear-
est partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose
the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what great-
ness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and fare-
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt 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
That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false,
And yet would'st wrongly win; thou'd'st have, great
That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seeem
To have thee crown'd withal. What is your tidings?
Enter an Attendant.
Atten. The king comes here to-night.
Thou’rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
Would have informod for preparation.
Atten. So please you, it is tive; our thane is com-
One of my fellows had the speed of him ;
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message.
Give him tending,
He brings great news.-The raven himself is hoarse,
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell !
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ;
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, Hold, hold !--Great Glamis ! worthy Caw-
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now
'The future in the instant.
My dearest love,
Duncan comes here to-night.
And when goes hence?
Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes.
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters :-To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eyes
Your hand, your tongue : Look like the innocent
But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my despatch ;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Macb. We will speak further.
Only look up clear ;
To alter favour ever is to fear :
Leave all the rest to me.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same. Before the Castle. Haut
boys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Enter Dun-
can, 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.
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
Enter Lady Macbeth.
Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostese !
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.
All our service
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and single business to contend.
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