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This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of my 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;
To catch the nearest way. Thou would'st be great;
The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
And yet would'st wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis,
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
To have thee crown'd withal.-What is your tidings?
Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.
Thou'rt mad to say it:
Atten. 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 take up his message.
Give him tending.
He brings good news. The raven himself is hoarse,
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
To cry, Hold, hold !-- -Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
To alter favor ever is to fear:
Leave all the rest to me.
Only look up clear.
SCENE VI.-The same. Before the Castle.
Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.
Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants.
Dun. The castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
Enter Lady Macbeth.
Dun. See, see! our honor'd hostess !
All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business to contend Against those honors 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.
Where's the thane of Cawdor?
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
We are your guest to-night.
Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
Still to return your own.
Give me your
Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.
SCENE VII.-The same. A Room in the Castle.
Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter МАСВЕТН.
Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd
Shall bow the horrid deed in every eye,
And falls on the other.-How now, what news?
Enter Lady МАСВЕТН.
Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the chamber? Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Lady M. Know you not, he has ?
Mach. We will proceed no further in this business :
He hath honor'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Was the hope drunk,
I dare do all that may become a man;
Macb. Lady M.
If we should fail,
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
*From Alembic, a still.
Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
Will it not be receiv'd,
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
SCENE I.-The same.
Court within the Castle.
Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant with a torch before
Ban. How goes the night, boy?
Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir.
Ban. Hold, take my sword.
There's husbandry in heaven,
Macb. A friend.
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
He hath been in unusual pleasure, and
Sent forth great largess to your offices:
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up