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dor: by which title, before, these weyward fifters faluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with Hail! King that thalt be! This bave I thought good to deliver thee, (my dearest partner of greainess ), ibat thou might'j not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel. Glamis thou 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 wouldft be great, “ Art not without ambition ; but without “ The illness should attend it. What thou wouldit

highly,
That would it thou holily ; wouldît not play false,
And yet wouldit wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great

Glamis,
That which cries, This thou must do, if thou have it ;
And that's what rather thou doft fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,
And chaftise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate, and metaphyfic † aid, doth seem
To have crown'd thee withal.

Enter Messenger.
What is your tidings ?

M147. The King comes here to-night.

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

Mel. 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 up his meflage.

Lady. Give him tending;
He brings great news. The raven himself's not hoarse,

[Exit. Mel:
"That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
• Under my battlements. Come, all you spirits

• That f metapbyfic, for suprenatural.

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• That tend on mortal * thoughts, unsex me here; • And fill me, from the crown to th' toe, top-full

Of direst cruelty ; make thick my blood,

Stop up th' access and passage to remorse, • That no compunctious visitings of nature • Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace † between • Th’ effed and it. Come to my woman's breasts, * And take my milk for gall, you murth’ring minifters ! Where-ever in your fightless substances

You wait op nature’s | mischief.-Come, thick night! * And pall ll thee in the dunnest smoak of hell,

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; • Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, * To cry, Hoid, hold !

Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! - [Embracing him. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ign’rant present time, and I feel now. i The future in the initant.

Macb. Dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. | Lady. And when goes lience ?

Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes. Lädy. Oh never Shall fún that morrow fee!. Your face, my Thane, is 'as a book, where men May 'read strange matters. To beguile the tim?, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eying Your hand, your tongue ; look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't. He that's coming Must be provided for ; and you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch, Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give folely fovereign fway and masterdom. VOL. VI.

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Macb. * i.e. deadly. + keep peace, for between simply. The allusion to officers of Pice who kand peace between rioters by aving between them. initure, for human. pic. wrap thyself in a pall. ignorant, for ba'z, posr, ignoble. frange, for dangerols.

Macb. We will speak further.
Lady. Only look

ap
To alter favour, ever, is to fear.
Leave all the rest to me.

clear :

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Before Macbeth's castle-gate. Ilautboys and torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donald Bane, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rofe, Angus, and Attendants.

King. This castle hath a pleasant feat *; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our general sense.

Ban. This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martiet, does approve,
By his lov'd mansionry, that heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here. No jutting frieze,
Buttrice, nar coigne of 'vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle :
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd
The air is delicate.

Enter Lady.
King. See, see! our honour'd hoftefs!
The love that follows us sometimes is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach

you. How you should bid God-yeld us † for your pains, And thank us for

your

trouble.
Lady. All our service
(In every point twice done, and then done double)
Were poor and fingle business to contend
Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith
Your majesty loads our house. For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits I.

King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor ?
We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor : but he rides well,

And

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+ Tobid any one God-geld bim, i. e. God gield him, was the fama as God reward bim.

I bermits, fer lea:dfmcn.

And his great love (sharp as his spur) hath holp him
To's home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.

Lady. 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.

King. Give me your
Conduct me to mine hoft; we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt.

hand ;

But here,

SCENE IX. Changes to an apartment in Macbeth's cofle. Hautboys, forches. Enter divers Servants with difbes and

service oder the stage. Then Macbeth. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere It were done quickly: if th' affäffination [well Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With its surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all-Here.

upon

this bank and shelve of Time, We'd jump the life to come. -But, in thefe calcsz. “ We still have judgment here, that we but teach “ Bloody instructions; which, being taught, return “ To plague th’ inventor. Even-handed Justice “ Returns th' ingredients of our poison'd chalice “ To our own lips. He's here in double trust : “ Firit, as I am his kinsman and his subject, “ Strong both against the deed: then, as his hoft, " Who should against his murth’rer shut the door, -“ Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan “ Hath borne his faculties t so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues “ Will plead, like angels, trumpet-tongu'd against “ The deep damnation of his taking off ; " And Pity, like a naked new-born babe, “ Striding the blast, or heav'n's cherubin hors'd “ Upon the fightless coursers of the air,

“ Shall

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faculties, for office, exercise of power, &c.

“ Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye; “ That tears hall drown the wind I have no fpur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting Ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on th other fide

SCENE X. Enter Lady Macbeth.
How now? what news?
Lady. He's almost fupp'd ; why have you left the

chamber?
Mach. Hath he ask'd for me?
Lady. Know you not he has ?

Macb. We will proceed no further in this business.
He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.

Lady. Was the hope drunk
Wherein you drefe'd yourself? hath it lept lince?
And wakes it now, to look fo green and pale
At what it did so freely ? from this time
Such I account thy love. Art thou afraid
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in defire ? wouldst thou have that,
Which thou esteem'ft the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem ?
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i' th' adage *.

Macb. Pr'ythee, peace ;
I dare do all that may become a man ;
Who dares do more, is none.

Lady. What beast was't then
That made you break this enterprize to me!
When you

durít do it, then you were a man;
And to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more than man. Nor time, nor place,
Did then cohere t, and yet you would make both :
They've made themselves ; and that their fitness now
Doe's unmake you.
I have given suck, and know

How , The adage alluded to is, The car would catch fim, but fae dare net wet ber feet.

cobere, for fuit, fit.

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