156 Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, But what is not. Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. [aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould Macb. [aside] Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. (20) Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me 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.-Let us toward the king. [Aside to Ban.] Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other. Ban. [aside to Macb.] Very gladly. Macb. [aside to Ban.] Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Forres. A room in the palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not(21) Those in commission yet return'd? Mal. They are not yet come back. With one that saw him die: My liege, But I have spoke who did report, That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; Became him like the leaving it; he died To find the mind's construction in the face: An absolute trust. 12 Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Ross, and ANGUS. O worthiest cousin! The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: thou'rt so far before, To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserv'd, Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, 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: Dun. And hold thee to my heart. Ban. The harvest is your own. Dun. There if I grow, My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you :(23) I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach: So, humbly take my leave. Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. [aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, 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, Let's after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a banquet to me. It is a peerless kinsman. [Exit. [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 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, 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 mightst 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 wouldst be great; · Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither, 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, were'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 Than would make up his message. Lady M. He brings great news. Give him tending; [Exit Attendant. 39 The raven himself is hoarse You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,(26) Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, 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 MACBETH's castle. Hautboys. Servants of MACBETH attending, with torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSE, ANGUS, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This (28) guest of summer, |