The instruments of darkness tell us truths; In deepest consequence.— Cousins, a word, I pray you. Macb. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.— This supernatural soliciting 1 Cannot be ill, cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, But what is not. Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt! Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance 3 The actual presence of objects of terror. 4 The powers of action are oppressed by conjectures concerning the future. Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Come what come may, Macb. Time and the hour 1 runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei sure. Macb. Give me your favor: 2-my dull brain was wrought 3 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 chanced; 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. SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Fores. A room in the palace. Florish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and Attendants. Dun. 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 1 Time and opportunity. 2 Pardon. 3 Agitated. With one that saw him die; who did report, Dun. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face. Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. The sin of my ingratitude even now To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved; Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Is to receive our duties; and our duties Are to your throne and state, children and servants, Owned, possessed. 2 We cannot discover the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face. Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Safe toward your love and honor. Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labor To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known No less to have done so; let me enfold thee, And hold thee to my heart. Ban. The harvest is your own. Dun. There if I grow, My plenteous joys, Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine And bind us farther to you. Macb. The rest is labor, which is not used for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [aside. [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant ; 1 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. [florish. Exeunt. SCENE V. Inverness. A room in Macbeth's castle. Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter. L. Macb. They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report," they have more in them than mortal knowlege. When I burned in desire to question them farther, they made themselves-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives 3 from the king, who all-hailed 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 Full as valiant as described. 3 Messengers. 2 Best intelligence. |