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? My liege, Mal. 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 ; Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known And hold thee to my heart. Ban. The harvest is your own. There if I grow, Dun. 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: Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [Aside. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [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, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Cas 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, 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 ; Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, Atten. The king comes here to-night. Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, were❜t so, Would have inform'd for preparation. Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is com ing: 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, That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! This ignorant present, and I feel now 'The future in the instant. Macb. Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. Lady M. My dearest love, And when goes hence? O, never Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes. Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men Your hand, your tongue: Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch; To alter favour ever is to fear: Only look up clear; [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-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 Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress, Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Is delicate. Dun. Enter Lady Macbeth. See, see! our honour'd hostess.! Lady M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, |