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Inverness. A room in Macbeth's castle.
Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a lctter.
Lady M. They met me in the day of success ; and have learned by the perfectest rt, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missivest 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 I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest 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 promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'st
highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st pot play false, And yet would'st wrongly win: thou'd'st have great
Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have
it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
• The best intelligence.
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
Enter an Attendant.
Attend. The king comes here to-night.
Thou'rt mad to say it:
Give him tending, He briugs great news. The raven himself is hoarse,
[Erit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal I thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorses; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall|| thee in the dungest smoke of hell! That my keen knifeq see not the wound it makes;
+ Supernatural. # Murderous.
Pity. || Wrap as in a mantle.
Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger.
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold!—Great Glamis ! worthy Caw.
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
My dearest love,
And when goes hence?
Macb. We will speak further.
Only look up clear ;
• i. e. Beyond the present time, which is, according to the process of nature, ignorant of the future.
+ Look, countenance,
The same. Before the castle.
Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.
Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and attendants.
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
This guest of summer,
Enter Lady Macbeth.
See, see! our lionour'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 yieldt us for your pains, And thawk us for your trouble. · Lady M.
All our service In every point twice done, aud theo done double, Were poor and single business, to contend Against those hovours deep and broad, wherewith Your majesty loads our house: For those of old,
* Couvenient corner,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
Where's the thane of Cawdor?
Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in
Give me your hand :
The same. A room in the castle.
Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the
stage, a Sewert, and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth.
Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere
. i:e. We as hiermits shall ever pray for you. + Subject to accuinpt.
An officer so called from his placing the dishes on the table.