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Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

And make my seated2 heart knock at my ribs,

Against the use of nature? Present fears

Are less than horrible imaginings:

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

Shakes so my single state of man,3 that function

Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is,

But what is not.4

Ban. 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;

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.*

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

Macb. Give me your favour:8—my dull brain was wrought

a —— seated —] i. e. fixed, firmly placed.

5 single state of man,] Dr. Johnson says, that the single

state of man seems to be used by Shakspeare for an individual, in opposition to a commonwealth, or conjunct body. But Mr. Steevens thinks that the single state of Macbeth may signify his weak and debile state of mind.

4 function

Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not."] All powers of action are oppressed and crushed by one overwhelming image in the mind, and nothing is present to me but that which is really future. Of things now about me I have no perception, being intent wholly on that which has yet no existence. Johnson.

1 Time and the hour runs through the roughest day."] \. e. time and occasion will carry the thing through, and bring it to some determined point and end, let its nature be what it will.

Mrs. Montague.

6 favour:"] i.e. indulgence, pardon.

With things forgotten.7 Kind gentlemen, your


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, Donal-
Kain, Lenox, and Attendants.

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd?

Mai. 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,
As 'twere a careless trifle.

Dun. There's no art,

To find the mind's construction in the face:8

7 my dull brain was wrought

With things forgotten.] My head was worked, agitated, put into commotion.

s To find the mind's const motion in the face:] Dr. Johnson seems to have understood the word construction in this place in

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,

That swiftest wing of recompense is slow

To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd;

That the proportion both of thanks and payment

Might have been mine! only I have left to say,

More is thy due than more than all can pay.

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:

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing.9—Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me infold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.

Ban. There if I grow,

The harvest is your own.

Dun. My plenteous joys,

Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon

the sense of frame or structure; but the school-term was, I believe, intended by Shakspeare. The meaning is—We cannot construe or discover the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face. Malone.

9 full of growing.] Is, exuberant, perfect, complete in thy


Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
The prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness,1
And bind us further to you.

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


I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach;
So, humbly take my leave.

Dun. My worthy Cawdor!

Macb. The prince of Cumberland!8—That is a

step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,


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.


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.

1 hence to Inverness,] Dr. Johnson observes, in his Journey

to the Western Islands of Scotland, that the walls of the castle of Macbeth, at Inverness, are yet standing. Steevens.

9 The prince of Cumberland!] The crown of Scotland was originally not hereditary. When a successor was declared in the life-time of a king (as was often the case,) the title of Prince of Cumberland was immediately bestowed on him as the mark of his designation. Cumberland was at that time held by Scotland of the crown of England, as a fief.

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 penfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselvesair, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king,3 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, tvith, 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 na-
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;

'missives/row the king,] i. e. messengers.

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