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Macb. If chance will have me king; why, chance

may crown me, Without


stir. Ban. New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use.

Macb. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei


Macb. Give me your favour :—my dull brain was

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.
Macb. Till then, enough.—Come, friends.



The Palace, at Fores.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Enter King Duncan, Donalbain, Malcolm,

Rosse, and Two Chamberlains.
King. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are 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;
Implored your highness' pardon; and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he dy'd
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, ,
As 'twere a careless trifle.

King. There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face :
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.
Enter Macduff, Macbeth, Banquo, and Lenox.
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 ser

vants ; Which do but what they should, by doing every

Safe toward your love and honour.

King. 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 enfold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.
Ban. There if I

grow, The harvest is your own.

King. My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

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,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for

I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So, humbly take my leave.

King. My worthy Cawdor!
Macb. The Prince of Cumberland !—That is a

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.

[Exit Macbeth. King. 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 of Trumpets and Drums.Exeunt.


Macbeth's Castle, at Inverness.

Enter LADY MACBETII, reading a Letter. Lady. -They met me in the day of success ; and I have learn'd by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselvesair, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all haild

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 mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd 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

highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, And yet would'st wrongly win: thou'd'st have, great ·

That which cries, " Thus thou must do, if thou have

And that, which rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;

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.

Enter Seyton.
What is your tidings?

Sey. The king comes here to-night.

Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him who, were't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.

Sey. 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


Lady. Give him tending,
He brings great news.

[Exit Seyton.
The raven himself is hoarse,
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, all you spirits
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,

access and

passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my

fell purpose; nor keep pace between
The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes;
Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry,“ Hold, hold !-

Enter Macbeth.
Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !

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