Might have been mine! only I have left to say, thing Safe toward your love and honour. Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour And hold thee to my heart. Ban. There if I grow, The harvest is your own. Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Mac. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful So, humbly take my leave. Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Mac. The prince of Cumberland! - That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! [Aside. [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so va liant; 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: [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V. INVERNESS. A ROOM IN MACBETH'S CASTLE. Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter. Lady M.-They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burn'd in desire to question them further, they made themselves -air, into which they vanish'd. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who allhail'd me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referr'd 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 might'st not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised 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 na ture; It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not 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; tidings? Enter an Attendant. Atten. The king comes here to-night. Lady. M. Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, 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 make up his message. Lady M. Give him tending, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, [Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan ters, Wherever in your sightless substances That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? O, never Mac. To-morrow, -as he purposes. Lady M. Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters:-To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Mac. We will speak further.. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself |