SCENE VI. Changes to the palace. Flourish. Enter King Malcom, Donald Bane, Lenox, and Attendants. King. Is execution done on Cawdor yet? They are not yet come back. But I have spoke King. There's no art, To find the mind's conftruction in the face. Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Roffe, and Angus. O worthieft coufin! The fin of my ingratitude e'en now To overtake thee. 'Would thou'dft lefs deferv'd, Are to your throne, and ftate, children and fervants ;- King. Welcome hither. I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, Thou haft no lefs deferv'd, and must be known ti. e. engaged to the support of. And And hold thee to my heart. Ban. There if I grow, The harvest is your own. King. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Our eldest Malcolm, whom we name hereafter But figns of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all defervers.-Hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you. [To Macbeth. Macb. The reft is labour, which is not us'd for you; I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; King. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The Prince of Cumberland!-that is a ftep, Let not Night fee my black and deep defires: [Afide. [Exit. King. True, worthy Banquo; he is full fo valiant; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, SCENE VII. [Flourish. Exeunt. Changes to an apartment in Macbeth's cafle at Inverness. Enter Lady Macbeth alone, with a letter. Lady. They met me in the day of fuccefs: and I have learn'd by the perfected report †, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burnt in defire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanifh'd. While I flood rapt in the wonder of it, came miffives from the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Caw † report, for prediction. dor: dor by which title, before, thefe weyward fifters faluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with Hail ! King that fhalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, (my dearest partner of greatness), that thou might'ft not lofe the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd thee. Lay it to thy heart, and fare el. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor-and fhalt be What thou art promis'd. "Yet do I fear thy nature; "It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness, Thou wouldst be great, but without highly, What thou wouldst That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, Glamis, That which cries, This thou must do, if thou have it; Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, Enter Meffenger. What is your tidings? Me. The King comes here to-night. Lady. Thou'rt mad to fay it. Is not thy master with him? who, were't fo, Would have inform'd for preparation. Meff. So please you, it is true: our Thane is coming. One of my fellows had the speed of him; Who, almoft, dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his meffage. Lady. Give him tending; He brings great news. The raven himself's not hoarfe, [Exit. Meff. • That That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan • Under my battlements. Come, all you spirits metaphyfic, for fupernatural. That tend on mortal * thoughts, unsex me here That ho compunctious vifitings of nature ; Shake my fell purpofe, nor keep peace + between. Th' effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring ministers ! 'Where-ever in your fightless substances 'You wait on nature's mifchief.-Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, * To cry, Hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! [Embracing him. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have tranfported me beyond This ign'rant § prefent time, and I feel now Mach. Deareft love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady. And when goes lience? Mach. To-morrow, as he purposes. Shall fun that morrow fee!. Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men Look like the time; bear welcome in your eyc, VOL. VI. i. e. deadly. X Macb. † keep peace, for go between fimply. The allufion to officers of tice who keep peace between rioters by going between them. & nature, for human. e. wrap thyfelf in a pall. Signorant, for bafe, poor, ignoble. Mach. We will speak further. To alter favour, ever, is to fear. Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt. SCENE VIII. Before Macbeth's cafle-gate. Hautboys and torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donald Bane, King. This caftle hath a pleafant feat*; the air Ban. This gueft of fummer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Enter Lady. King. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us fometimes is our trouble, Lady. All our service (In every point twice done, and then done double) Against thofe honours deep and broad, wherewith King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose * feat is the fame word as fite. And To bid any one God-yeld bim,i, c. God yield him, was the fame 28 God reward him. hermits, for beadfmen. |