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The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains.-
That, trusted home,
Two truths are told,
Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance
may crown me, Without my stir. Ban.
New honours come upon him Like our strange garments ; cleave not to their
mould, But with the aid of use. Macb.
Come what come may ;
of Encitement. I Temptation.
§ Firmly fixed. ll The powers of action are oppressed by conjecture,
Time and the hour* runs through the roughest day.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei
Macb. Give me your favourť :-my dull brain was
wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other. Ban.
Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends.
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 I, As 'twere a careless trifle. Dun.
There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the faces:
* Time and opportunity.
+ Pardon. I Owned, possessed.
§ We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face.
He was a gentleman on whom I built
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties : and our duties Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Safe toward your love and honour. Dun.
Welcome hither :
There if I grow,
My plenteous joys,
deservers.-From hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you.
Macb. The rest 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;
So, humbly take my leave.
My worthy Cawdor!
step, On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap,
(Aside. For in my way it lies. Stars, hides 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.
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 reportt, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves
into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missivest 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.
# Full as valiant as described. + The best intelligence.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor ; and shalt be
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
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Enter an Attendant.
Thou’rt mad to say it:
Give him tending, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse,
[Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughtsf, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access, and passage to remorses ;
* Diadem. + Supernatural. Murderous. § Pity.