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Which should be thine, or his. Silenc'd with that, With things forgotten.-Kind gentlemen, your pains In viewing o'er the rest o’ the self-same day,

Are register'd where every day I turn He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,

The leaf to read them.--Let us toward the king.--Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,

[To BANQUO.] Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, Strange images of death. As thick as tale,

at more time, Cameo post with post; and every one did bear

The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,

Our free hearts each to other. And pour'd them down before him.


Very gladly. Ang.

We are sent, Macb. Till then, enough.--Come, friends. [Exeunt. To give thee from our royal master thanks;

SCENE IV.-Fores. A Room in the Palace, Only to herald thee into his sight,

Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, Not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,

LENOx, and Attendants. He bade me from him call thee thane of Cawdor :

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor ? Are not In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,

Those in commission yet return'd? For it is thine.

My liege, Ban. What! can the devil speak true ? They are not yet come back; but I have spoke

Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you With one that saw him die, who did report, In borrow'd robes ?

[dress me That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, Ang.

Who was the thane, lives yet; Implor'd your highness' pardon, and set forth But under heavy judgment bears that life

A deep repentance. Nothing in his life
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combin'd Became him like the leaving it: he died
With those of Norway, or did line the rebel

As one that had been studied in his death,
With hidden help and vantage, or that with both To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; As 't were a careless trifle.
But treasons capital, confess'd and prov'd,


There's no art Have overthrown him.

To find the mind's construction in the face:

Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: He was a gentleman on whom I built
The greatest is behind. [ Aside.] Thanks for your pains. An absolute trust.-
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,

Enter MACBETH, BANQUo, Rosse, and Angus. When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, O worthiest cousin !

[Embrace. Promis'd no less to them?

The sin of my ingratitude even now
That, thrusted' home, Was heavy on me.

Thou art so far before,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,

That swiftest winds of recompense is slow Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 't is strange : To overtake thee: would thou hadst less deserv'd, And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,

That the proportion both of thanks and payment The instruments of darkness tell us truths ;

Might have been more ! only I have left to say, Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

More is thy due than more than all can pay. In deepest consequence.

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, Cousins, a word, I pray you.

In doing it pays itself. Your highness' part Macb.

Two truths are told, Is to receive our duties : and our duties As happy prologues to the swelling act

Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Of the imperial theme. [Aside.] I thank you, gentle- Which do but what they should, by doing every thing

Safe toward your love and honour.
This supernatural soliciting


Welcome hither: Cannot be ill; cannot be good :-if ill,

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Why hath it given me earnest of success,

To make thee full of growing.–Noble Banquo, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: That hast no less desery'd, nor must be known If good, why do I yield to that suggestion,

No less to have done so ; let me infold thee, Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

And hold thee to my heart.

Embrace. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,

Ban. Against the use of nature ? Present fears

The harvest is your own. Are less than horrible imaginings.


My plenteous joys,
My thought, where murder yet is but fantastical, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
Shakes so my single state of man, that function In drops of sorrow.Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is,

And you whose places are the nearest, know,
But what is not.

We will establish our estate upon Ban.

Look, how our partner's rapt. Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance The prince of Cumberland : which honour must may crown me,

Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, Without my stir.

But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine

New honours come upon him, On all deservers.--From hence to Inverness,
Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould, And bind us farther to you.
But with the aid of use.

Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you, Macb.

Come what come may, I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. The hearing of my wife with your approach;

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. So, humbly take my leave.
Macb. Give me your favour: my dull brain was Dun.

My worthy Cawdor! wrought

Macb. The prince of Cumberland !—That is a step i Rowe reads : hail.

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Lady M.

On which I must fall down, or else o'er-lear, [Aside. You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires : And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
Let not light see my black and deep desires ;

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,

Nor heaven peep through the blankness of the dark, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit. To cry, “Hold, hold !!!! Dun. True, worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant,

Enter MACBETH. And in his commendations I am fed ;

Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :

[They embrace. It is a peerless kinsman.

(Flourish. Exeunt. Thy letters have transported me beyond

This ignorant present, and I feel now
SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in MACBETH's Castle. The future in the instant.
Enter Lady MACBETH, with a letter.


My dearest love, Lady M. [Reads. « They met me in the day of suc- Duncan comes here to-night. cess; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they

Lady M.

And when goes hence ? have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes. burned in desire to question them farther, they made

0! never themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I Shall sun that morrow see. stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men king, who all-hailed me,' Thane of Cawdor ;' by which May read strange matters : to beguile the time, title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and re- | Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, ferred me to the coming on of time, with, 'Hail, king Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver But be the serpent under it. He that's coming thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou might- Must be provided for; and you shall put est not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of This night's great business into my despatch, what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, Which shall to all our nights and days to come and farewell."

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be

Macb. We will speak farther. What thou art promis'd.-Yet I do fear thy nature :


Only look up clear: It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,

To alter favour ever is to fear, To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great;

Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeunt. Art not without ambition; but without

SCENE VI.-The Same. Before the Castle. The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,

Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou 'dst have, great MACDUFF, Rosse, Angus, and 'Attendants. Glamis,

Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air That which cries, “ Thus thou must do, if thou have it; Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself And that which rather thou dost fear to do,

Unto our gentle senses. Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither, Ban.

This guest of summer, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, And chastise with the valour of my tongue,

By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath All that impedes thee from the golden round,

Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem

Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird To have thee crown'd withal.

Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Enter an Attendant.

Where they much' breed and haunt, I have observ'd,

What is your tidings? The air is delicate.
Atten. The king comes here to-night.

Enter Lady MACBETH.
Lady M.
Thou 'rt mad to say it. Dun.

See, see! our honour'd hostess.Is not thy master with him ? who, were 't

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, Would have inform’d for preparation.

Which still we thank as love: herein I teach you, Atten. So please you, it is true : our thane is coming. How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, One of my fellows had the speed of him;

And thank us for your trouble. Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more

Lady M.

All our service, Than would make up his message.

In every point twice done, and then done double,

Give him tending : Were poor and single business to contend He brings great news. [Exit Attendant.] The raven Against those honours deep and broad, where with himself is hoarse,

Your majesty loads our house. For those of old, That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

And the late dignities heap'd up to them, Under my battlements. Come, you spirits

We rest your hermits. That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,


Where's the thane of Cawdor ? And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose Of direst cruelty : make thick my blood

To be his purveyor; but he rides well, Stop up th' access and passage to remorse ;

And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him That no compunctious visitings of nature

To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between We are your guest to-night. Th’ effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts,

Lady M.

Your servants ever And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, Wherever in your sightless substances

To make their audit at your highness pleasure,


Lady M.


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Still to return your own.

At what it did so freely ? From this time, Dun.

Give me your hand; Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard Conduct me to mine host : we love him highly, To be the same in thine own act and valour, And shall continue our graces towards him.

As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt. Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life

And live a coward in thine own esteem, SCENE VII.--The Same. A Room in the Castle.

Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, Like the poor cat i' the adage ? a Sewer,' and divers Servants with dishes and service. Macb.

Prythee, peace. Then, enter MACBETH.

I dare do all that may become a man; Macb. If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were who dares do more is none. well

Lady M.

What boastó was't, then, It were done quickly: if the assassination

That made you break this enterprise to me ? Could trammel up the consequence, and catch

When you durst do it, then you were a man; With his surcease success; that but this blow And, to be more than what you were, you would Might be the be-all and the end-all here,

Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, But here, upon this bank and shoals of time,

Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: We'd jump the life to come.-But in these cases, They have made themselves, and that their fitness now We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return How tender 't is to love the babe that milks me: To plague th’ inventor: thus even-handed justice I would, while it was smiling in my face, Commends th' ingredients of our poison'd chalice Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, To our own lips. He's here in double trust : And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you First, as I am his kinsman and his subject;

Have done to this. Strong both against the deed: then, as his host,

If we should fail? Who should against his murderer shut the door,

Laky M.

We fail ?? Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, So clear in his great office, that his virtues

(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Will plead, like angels trumpet-tongued, against Soundly invite him) his two chamberlains The deep damnation of his taking-off;

Will I with wine and wassel so convince, And pity, like a naked new-born babe,

That memory, the warder of the brain, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,
That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur What cannot you and I perform upon
To prick the sides of my intent, but only

Th’unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,

His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
And falls on the other.-

Of our great quell?9
Enter Lady MacbETH.


Bring forth men-children only! How now! what news? For thy undaunted mettle should compose Lady M. He has almost supp'd. Why have you left Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd the chamber?

When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?

Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, Lady M.

Know you not, he has ? That they have done?t? Macb. We will proceed no farther in this business :

Lady M.

Who dares receive it other, He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Golden opinions from all sorts of people,

Upon his death ? Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,


I am settled ; and bend up
Not cast aside so soon.

Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Was the hope drunk,

Away, and mock the time with fairest show: Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, False face must hide what the false heart doth know. And wakes it now, to look so green and pale



Lady M.


Their candles are all out. - Take thee that too. SCENE I.-The Same. Court within the Castle.

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, Enter Banguo, and FLEANCE, with a torch before him. And yet I would not sleep: merciful powers ! Ban. How goes the night, boy?

Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Gives way to in repose !-Give me my sword. Ban. And she goes down at twelve.

Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch. Fle.

I take't, 't is later, sir. Who's there? Ban. Hold, take my sword.-There's husbandry in Macb. A friend. heaven;

3 this : in f. e. 466 The cat loves fish, but dares not wet her feet." 5 no: in folio. 6 beast: in f. e. 7 Some eds. place an exclamation, or comma, in place of the interrogation point; such, Dyce informs us, was Mrs. Siddons' delivery of the passagemas if “we fail," was the conclusion of MACBETH's remark. & Overpower. 9 Murder.

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