By Sinel's death, I know I am Thane of Glamis; No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence With fuch prophetic Greeting?-Speak, I charge you. And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd? Would they had staid! Ban. Were fuch things here, as we do speak about? Or have we eaten f of the infane root, That takes the Reafon prifoner? Mac. Your children shall be kings. Ban. You fhall be king, Mac. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not fo? Ban. To th' felf-fame tune, and words. Who's here? e The father of Macbeth. P. i The 3 first fo's, on for of 8 H. reads, but who is bere? for who's bert F SCENE SCENE V. Enter Roffe and Angus. Roffe. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy fuccefs; and when he reads Thy perfonal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praifes do contend, Which should be thine, or his. Silenc'd with that, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Not pay thee. Roffe. And for an earneft of a greater honour, Ban. What, can the devil speak true! Why do you drefs me in his borrow'd robes? Ang. Who was the Thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life, Which he deferves to lofe. Whether he was combin'd With those of Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden help and 'vantage; or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; Have overthrown him. 4 Mac. Glamis and Thane of Cawdor! [Afide. The greatest is behind-Thanks for your pains. [To Angus. Do you not hope your children fhall be kings? [To Banquo. When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no lefs to them? Ban. That trufted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Befides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis ftrange; And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The inftruments of darkness tell us truths, P Win us with honeft trifles, to betray us In deepest confequence.-Coufins, a word, I pray you. Mac. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the fwelling act [To Roffe and Angus, [Afide Of the imperial theme. -I thank you, gentlemen m The 1ft f. and C. omit bis. n So all before P; he and all after omit shofe of. • P. and H. omit that. P The fo's and R‚'s octavo, betray's for betray us. This fupernatural folliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good-If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of fuccess, And make my feated heart knock at my ribs, Are lefs than horrible imaginings. t My thought, whofe murther yet is but fantaftical, Is fmother'd in furmife; and nothing is, But what is not. Ban. Look how our partner's rapt. Mac. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my ftir. Ban. New honours, come upon him, [Afide. Like our ftrange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use. Mac. Come what come may, [Afide. "Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we ftay upon your leisure. W Mac. Give me your favour. My dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains... [To Roffe and Angus. * Are registred where every day I turn The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. Think upon what hath chanc'd; and at more time, [To Ban. The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Qur free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly. Mac. 'Till then enough. Come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. 2 The Palace. Flourish. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and Attendants. King. Is execution done on Cawdor? a Are not those in commiffion yet return'd? They are not yet come back. But I have spoke That very frankly he confefs'd his treafons, * De me autem, quantas debeo grá- the 4th Scene. tias paternæ benignitati veftræ, scriben do non fufficio reddere. Sed eas in ebartâ cordis mei fcriptas lego assiduè. Anfelm, Pafchali Pontif, ap. Ead. p. 93. y In the fo's, R. and C. this is made z R. first describes the scene. a After Cawdor P. adds yet, followed by all but C. b The 1ft f. T. W, and J. Or for Became |