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Like our strange garments çleave not to their mould,
Macb. Come what come may,
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
Macb. Give meyour favour:my dull brain was wrought With things forgot. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are registred where every day I turn The leaf to read them-Let us tow’rd the King ; Think, upon what hath chanc'd ; and at more time,
[To Banquo. (The Interim having weigh'd it,) let us speak Our free hearts each to other.
Ban. Very gladly.
King. I or not those in commiffion
SCENE changes to the Palace. Flourish. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and
King. There's no art,
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
Was heavy on me.
Thou’rt so far before, (10)
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe,
King. Welcome hither :
King. My plenteous joys,
(10) Thou art fo far before,
But his evasion, wing'd thus swift with scorn,
Cannot outfly our apprehension. (11)
and our duties Are to your throne and flare, children and servants; Whicb'o but wb t they would, by doing every thing safe towards your love and boncur.) This may be sense; but, I own it gives me no very satisfactory idea : And tho' I have not disturbid
cannot but embrace in my mind the conjecture of my ingenious friend Mr. Warburton, who would read;
· by doing every thing, Fiefs towards your love and honour. i. e. We hold our duties to your throne, &c. under an obligation of doing every thing in our power: as we hold our Fiefs, ( feuda) those efiates and tenures, which we have in the terms of bomage and ser
In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, Thanes,
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us’d for you;
King. My worthy Cawdor!
that is a step,
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 is
before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman.
[Flourish. Exeunt: SCEN E, changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's
Castle, at Inverness.
HEY met me in the day of success; and I
have learn'd by the perfecteji report, they have inore in them than mortal knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, inta which they vanishd. While I flood rapt in the wonder of it, come Missives from the King, who all-hailid me Thane of Cawdor; by which tille, before, these queird fifters Jaluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with hail, King that ihalt be! This have I thought geod to
deliver thee (my dearest partner of greatness) that thou might's not lose the dues of rejoycing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis’d thee. Lay it to thy heart, anch farewel. Glamis chou art, and Cawdor--and shalt be What thou art promis’d. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o'th 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, That wouldst thou holily; wouldft not play false, And yet wouldft wronglywin. Thou'dit have greatGlamis, 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, 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 Mesenger. What is your tidings?
Mef. The King comes here to-night.
Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it.
Mef. So please you, it is true: our Thane is coming,
Lady. Give him tending ; He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse,
[Exit Mef: 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 th' toe, top-full Of direct cruelty; make thick my blood, Stop up th' access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Macb. Dearest love,
Lady. And when goes hence !
Lady. Oh, never
(12) Your face, my Thane, is as a book, wbere men May read frange matters to beguile the Time. Look like the Time,] I have ventur'd, against the Authority of all the copies, to alter the pointing of this passage : and, I hope, with fume certainty. The Lady certainly means, that Macbeth looks fo full of thought and solemn reflection upon the purpos'd act, that, Me fears, people may comment upon the reason of his glooms and therefore defires him, in order to take off and prevint such Commenis, to wear a face of pleasure and entertainment; and look like the time, the better to deceive the time. So Maibelb says, in a subsequent scene;
Away and mock the time with faireff Sbew. So Macduff says to Malcolm
the time you may lo boodavink. i, e. blind the eye of observation, and so deceive people's thoughts.