анече 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 promised: yet do I fear thy nature; To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, 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, Enter a Messenger. What is your tidings? Thou 'rt mad to say it : Mess. The king comes here to-night. Lady M. Is not thy master with him? who, were 't so, Would have inform'd for preparation. 21. illness, evil. 30. metaphysical, supernatural. ΙΟ 20 30 Mess. 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 Lady M. He brings great news. Give him tending; [Exit Messenger. The raven himself is hoarse You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! This ignorant present, and I feel now Macb. 42. mortal, probably 'murderous.' L. 50. sightless, invisible. My dearest love, 40 50 53. At the outset Lady Macbeth is ready to commit the murder with her own hands. Your face, my thane, is as a book where men flower, But be the serpent under 't. He that's coming This night's great business into my dispatch; Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: [Exeunt. Leave all the rest to me. 70 * C SCENE VI. Before Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird 1 Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate. Dun. Enter LADY MACBETH. See, see, our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady M. All our service In every point twice done and then done double We rest your hermits. Dun. And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Give me your hand; Dun. 13. 'ild, i.e. yield, repay. ΤΟ 20 30 [Exeunt. men, as bound to pray for you. 26. compt, account. People iremeshed utth memesh. sere. Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH. Macb. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere It were done quickly: if the assassination Sc. 7. a Sewer; an official 3. trammel up, enmesh, in clude. 7. jump, hazard. 8. that, so that. |