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Fores. A Room in the Palace.
Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and Attendants.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
An absolute trust.-O 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 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,
In doing it, pays itself.
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.
There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you:
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
My worthy Cawdor!
Macb. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, [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.
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 :
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 learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge When I burn'd in desire to question them further, they made themselves-air, into which they vanish'd. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all hail'd me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referr'd 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 might'st not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.
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 Glamis,
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,
-What is your
Enter an Attendant.
Atten. The king comes here to-night.
Thou'rt mad to say it :
Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
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
Than would make up his message.
Give him tending,
He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse 16,
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
You wait on nature's mischief 18! Come, thick night,
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes.
Shall sun that morrow see!
My dearest love,
And when goes hence?