Or have we eaten of the insane root, You shall be king. Macb. Your children shall be kings. Enter Rosse and Angus. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success: and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine, or his: Silenc'd with that, In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as talet, Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him. We are sent, Ang. To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition‡, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine. Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes? Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgement bears that life The root which makes insane. Title. Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel Macb. Glamis, the thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.— Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promis'd no less to them? Ban. That, trusted home, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: Cousins, a word, I pray you. Macb. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentlemen.This supernatural soliciting t Cannot be ill; cannot be good: If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, But what is not. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance Macb. Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei sure. Macb. Give me your favourt:-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.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. Very gladly. [Exeunt. Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. SCENE IV. Fores. A room in the palace. Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd? My liege, Mal. * Time and opportunity. + Pardon. Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth Dun. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the facet: An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin! Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. The sin of my ingratitude even now To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd; Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Ban. The harvest is your own. Dun. *Owned, possessed. There if I grow, My plenteous joys, + We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face. Exuberant. Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves 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 Dun. you: My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland!—That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else d'erleap, [Aside. For in my way it lies. Stars, hides your fires! [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. Ereunt. * Full as valiant as described. |