Are to your throne and state, children, and fervants; Which do but what they fhould, by doing every thing Safe toward your love and honour. DUN. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour DUN. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Our eldeft, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, MAC. The reft is labour, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; DUN. My worthy Cawdor! MAC. "The prince of Cumberland! that is a ftep,' "On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, "For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires, "Let not light fee my black and deep desires: " "The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be," "Which the eye fears, when it is done, to fee. " [Exit MACBETH. DUN. True, worthy Banquo; he is full fo 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 : [Exeunt. SCENE V. Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Caftle. Enter Lady MACBETH, reading. L. M. *** **They met me in the day of fuccefs: and I have learn'd by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When 1 burnt in desire to question them further, they made themfelves air, into which they vanish'd. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came miffives from the king, who all-bail'd me, thane of Cawdor; by which title before these weird fifters faluted me, and refer'd me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that fhalt be. This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mighteft not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and fhalt be To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great, The illness fhould attend it: what thou would'ft highly, And that's what rather thou doft fear to do, To have thee crown'd withal. What is your tidings? Att. The king comes here to-night. L. M'. Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Att. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him; Who, almoft dead for breath, had scarcely more L. M. Give him tending, [hoarfe, He brings great news. [Exit Att.] The raven himself is That croaks the fatal enterance of Duncan You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And that which rather 27 and hit, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! MAC. My dear'st love, Shall fun that morrow fee. Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men L. M. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt SCENE VI. The fame. Before the Caftle. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth with Torches. Enter DUNCAN, Malcolm, Donalbain, Macduff, BANQUO, Lenox, Rofs, Angus, and Attendants. DUN. This caftle hath a pleasant feat; the air Nimbly and fweetly recommends itself BAN. This guest of fummer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Enter Lady MACBETH. DUN. See, fee, our honour'd hoftefs! The love that follows us, fometime is our trouble, L. M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, your hermits. DUN. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We courf'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor: but he rides well; And his great love, fharp as his fpur, hath holp him To his home before us : Fair and noble hostess, We are your guest to-night. L. Mb. Your fervants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt; To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, VOL. IV. 2 fences. 4 Barlet 6 Jutty 9 muft X |