SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. 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 With one that saw him die: who did report, That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth A deep repentance: nothing in his life Became him, like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd', As 'twere a careless trifle. Dun. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face : He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust. - O worthiest cousin! Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, RossE, and ANGUS. The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd; Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties: and our duties I Owned, possessed. Are to your throne and state, children, and ser vants; Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Safe toward your love and honour. Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me infold 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 Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Mach. The prince of Cumberland! That is a [Aside. step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant '; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V. Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle. Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter. 2 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 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 missives 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, 1 Full as valiant as described. 2 Messengers. 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 Enter an Attendant. Attend. The king comes here to-night. 3 Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Attend. 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. Give him tending, Lady M. He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, [Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan 3 Diadem. + Supernatural. 6 Pity. 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 dunnest smoke of hell! 7 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACВЕТН. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! The future in the instant. Macb. Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. My dearest love, And when goes hence! O, never Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes. Lady M. Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men flower, you But be the serpent under it. He that's coming 8 To alter favour ever is to fear: 7 Wrap as in a mantle. Only look up clear; [Exeunt. 8 Look, countenance. |