Shakes so my single state of man, that function But what is not. Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance Without my stir. [may crown me, Ban. Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. New honours come upon him 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:-my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.— Our free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough.-Come friends. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. FORES. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and Attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Mal. Dun. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face: 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, To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd; 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 Ban. The harvest is your own. Dun. There if I grow, My plenteous joys, Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [Aside. 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. [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant; And in his commendations 1 am fed ; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, SCENE V. [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 report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves—air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives 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. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd:--Yet do I fear thy nature; To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great; The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, at which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Attend. The king comes here to-night. Thou'rt mad to say it. Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, 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 Lady M. Give him tending, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, [Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? Macb. To-morrow,— -as he purposes. Lady M. Shall sun that morrow see! O, never Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. Only look up clear; [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. Before the Castle. Hautboys. Servants of MACBETH attending. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, buttress, Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made His pendent bed, and procreant cradle: Where they Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Is delicate. Dun. Enter LADY MACBETH. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, |