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Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould, avec But with the aid of use.

Macb.

Come what come mayto

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.'ve

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. loisi
Macb. Give 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.

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--

Let us toward the king.

Think upon what hath chanc'd; and at more time, ani-
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak

Our free hearts each to other

Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX,
and Attendants.

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor; or not.
Those in commission yet return'd?

Mal.

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,
Implor'd your highness' pardon, and set forth
A deep repentance. Nothing in his life

* Became him like the leaving it: he diedne p

As one that had been studied in his death,

To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,

As 't were a careless trifle.

To find the mind's construction in the face:

He was a gentleman on whom I built t

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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 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.

Dun.

Welcome hither:

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. - Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
No less to have done so; let me infold thee,

And hold thee to my heart.

Ban.

The harvest is your own.

There if I grow,

Dun.
My plenteous joys, t.
alandit
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow. - Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you 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,

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But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine

On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,

And bind us farther to you.

Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful

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The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So, humbly take my leave. conge

Dun.

That is a step,de
a [Aside.

My worthy Cawdor!
Macb. The prince of Cumberland!
On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires;
wink at the hand; yet let that be,

The eye
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

Dun. True, worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant,

[Exit.

And in his commendations I am fed; ouanges, nourri
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 Castle.

Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter.

Lady M. "They met me in the day of success; and I have vistains learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them farther, 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, rated before, 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 dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being doà ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. and farewell."

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Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promis'd.

Lay it to thy heart,

Yet do I fear thy nature:

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,

To catch the nearest way.

Art not without ambition;
The illness should attend
thar

it:

Thou wouldst be great;

but without

what thou wouldst highly, t

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That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou 'dst have, great Glamis,
That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it; pr

l'avvir Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither,resse foi

And that which rather thou dost fear to do,

verse That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, chahir And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.

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سلام

Enter an Attendant.

What is your tidings?

Thou 'rt mad to say it.

Atten. The king comes here to-night.

Lady M.

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;

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Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more

Than would make up his message.

Lady M.

Give him tending:doranes

He brings great news. [Exit Attendant.] The raven himself is

hoarse, none.

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

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Under my battlements. Come, you spirits ess
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 th' access and passage to remorse; end

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That no compunctious visitings of nature moment crane if

Shake
my fell

purpose, nor keep peace between dessein
Th' effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,

And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

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That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, vele ( couverture)

To cry, "Hold, hold!".

Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes.
Lady M.

Shall sun that morrow see.

O! never

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 eye,
Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
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, mitrines
Which shall to all our nights and days to come

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.mination profil

Macb. We will speak farther.

Lady M.

Langer To alter favour ever is to fear.

Leave all the rest to me.