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Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
What thou art promised:-Yet do I fear thy nature;
To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great;
The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
And yet wouldst 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?
Attend. The king comes here to-night.
Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.
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.
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,
To cry, Hold, Hold!- -Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now
Macb. My dearest love,
Duncan comes here to-night.
Lady M. And when goes hence?
Shall sun that morrow see!
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange matters:-To beguile the time,
To alter favour* ever is to fear:
SCENE VI.-The same. Before the Castle.
Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, Lenox,
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Ban. This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
Enter LADY MACBETH.
Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess:
The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble,
Lady M. All our service
In every point twice done, and then done double,
† Convenient corner.
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits.*
Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
Lady M. Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
Still to return your own.
Dun. Give me your hand:
Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly,
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 MACBETH.
Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,--
That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no spur
And falls on the other.-How now, what news?
Enter LADY MACBETH.
Lady M. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the
Macb. Hath he asked for me?
Lady M. Know you not, he has?
Macb. We will proceed no further in this business:
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Lady M. Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since ?
I dare do all that may become a man;
Lady M. What beast was it then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
Macb. If we should fail,
Lady M. We fail!
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
"The cat would eat fish, but dare not wet her feet." † Cohere. § Receptacle.
The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
Macb. Bring forth men-children only!
Lady M. Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
Macb. 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. [Exeunt.
SCENE I-The same. Court within the Castle.
Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, and a Servant, with a torch before them.
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, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too.
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch.
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§
Macb. Being unprepared,
Our will became the servant to defect;
Which else should free have wrought.