Edm. Know of the duke if his last purpose hold;Alarum within. Enter, with drum and colours, Or whether, since, he is advis'd by aught
To change the course: He 's full of alteration,
And self-reproving:-bring his constant pleasure.
[To an Officer, who goes out.
Reg. Our sister's man is certainly miscarried.
Edm. 'T is to be doubted, madam.
Reg.
Now, sweet lord,
You know the goodness I intend upon you:
Tell me,-but truly,-but then speak the truth,
Do you not love my sister?
Edm.
Reg. But have you never found my brother's way
To the forefended place?
Edm.
That thought abuses you.
Reg. I am doubtful that you have been conjunct
And bosom'd with her, as far as we call hers.
Edm. No, by mine honour, madam.
Reg. I never shall endure her: Dear my lord,
Be not familiar with her. Edm. Fear me not :-
She, and the duke her husband,
Enter Albany, Goneril, and Soldiers.
Gon. I had rather lose the battle than that sister
Should loosen him and me.
[Aside.
Alb. Our very loving sister, well be met.-
Sir, this I heard,-The king is come to his daughter,
With others, whom the rigour of our state
Forc'd to cry out. Where I could not be honest,
I never yet was valiant: for this business,
It toucheth us as France invades our land,
Not bolds the king; with others, whom, I fear,
Most just and heavy causes make oppose.
Edm. Sir, you speak nobly.
Reg.
Why is this reason'd?
Gon. Combine together 'gainst the enemy:
For these domestic, and particular broils
Are not the question here.
Alb. Let's then determine with the ancient of war
On our proceeding.
Edm. I shall attend you presently at your tent.
Reg. Sister, you 'll go with us? Gon. No.
Reg. 'T is most convenient: pray you go with us.
Gon. O, ho, I know the riddle: [Aside.] I will go.
As they are going out, enter Edgar, disguised.
Edg. If e'er your grace had speech with man so
Hear me one word.
[poor,
Alb.
I'll overtake you.-Speak.
[Exeunt Edmund, Regan, Goneril, Officers,
Soldiers, and Attendants.
Edg. Before you fight the battle, ope this letter.
If you have victory, let the trumpet sound
For him that brought it: wretched though I seem,
I can produce a champion, that will prove
What is avouched there: if you miscarry,
Your business of the world hath so an end,
And machination ceases. Fortune love you!
Alb. Stay till I have read the letter.
Edg.
I was forbid it.
When time shall serve, let but the herald cry,
And I'll appear again.
[Exit.
Alb. Why, fare thee well; I will o'erlook thy paper.
Edm. The enemy's in view, draw up your powers.
Here is the guess of their true strength and forces
By diligent discovery :-but your haste
Is now urg'd on you.
Alb.
Lear, Cordelia, and their Forces; and exeunt.
Enter Edgar and Gloster.
Edg. Here, father, take the shadow of this tree
For your good host; pray that the right may thrive:
If ever I return to you again,
Glo.
I'll bring you comfort.
Grace go with you, sir!
Exit Edgar.
Alarums; afterwards a retreat. Re-enter Edgar.
Edg. Away, old man, give me thy hand, away;
King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en:
Give me thy hand, come on.
Glo. No further, sir; a man may rot even here.
Edg. What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all: Come on.
Glo.
And that's true too.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.-The British Camp near Dover.
Enter, in conquest, with drum and colours, Ed-
mund; Lear and Cordelia, as prisoners; Officers,
Soldiers, &c.
Edm. Some officers take them away: good guard;
Until their greater pleasures first be known
That are to censure them.
Cor.
We are not the first,
Who, with best meaning, have incurr'd the worst.
For thee, oppressed king, I am cast down;
Myself could else out-frown false fortune's frown.-
Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters?
Lear. No, no, no, no! Come, let 's away to prison;
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: So we 'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we 'll talk with them too,-
Who loses, and who wins: who 's in, who 's out,
And take upon us the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we 'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.
Edm.
Take them away.
Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, [thee?
The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught
He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven
And fire us hence, like foxes. Wipe thine eyes;
The good years shall devour them, flesh and fell,
Ere they shall make us weep: we'll see them starve
first.
Come. [Exeunt Lear and Cordelia, guarded.
Edm. Come hither, captain; hark.
Take thou this note; [giving a paper] go, follow
them to prison;
One step I have advanc'd thee: if thou dost
As this instructs thee, thou dost make thy way
To noble fortunes: Know thou this,-that men
Are as the time is: to be tender-minded
Does not become a sword:-Thy great employment
Will not bear question;-either say, thou 'It do 't,
Or thrive by other means.
Edm. About it; and write happy, when thou hast
off.
I'll do 't, my lord.
[done.
Mark,-I say, instantly; and carry it so
As I have set it down.
[Exit.t be man's work I will do it.
Off. I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats;
[Exit Officer.
Flourish. Enter Albany, Goneril, Regan, Officers,
and Attendants.
"We will greet the time.
Edm. To both these sisters have I sworn my love;
Each jealous of the other, as the stung
Are of the adder. Which of them shall I take?
Both? one? or neither? Neither ean be enjoy'd,
Alb. Sir, you have shown to-day vour valiant strain.
And fortune led you well: You have the captives
Who were the opposites of this day's strife:
I do require them of you, so to use them,
As we shall find their merits and our safety
May equally determine.
Edm.
Sir, I thought it fit
To send the old and miserable king
To some retention and appointed guard;
Whose age has charms in it, whose title more,
To pluck the cominon bosom on his side,
And turn our impress'd lances in our eyes [queen;
Which do command them. With him I sent the
My reason all the same; and they are ready
To-morrow, or at further space, to appear
Where you shall hold your session. At this time
We sweat and bleed: the friend hath lost his friend;
And the best quarrels, in the heat, are curs'd
By those that feel their sharpness:-
The question of Cordelia and her father
Requires a fitter place.
Alb.
I hold you but a subject of this war,
Not as a brother.
Reg.
That's as we list to grace him.
Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded,
Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers;
Bore the commission of my place and person;
The which immediacy may well stand up,
And call itself your brother. Gon. Not so hot:
In his own grace he doth exalt himself,
More than in your addition.
In my rights, By me invested, he compeers the best. Gon. That were the most if he should husband you. Reg. Jesters do oft prove prophets. Gon.
Holla, holla! That eye that told you so look'd but a-squint. Reg. Lady, I am not well; else I should answer From a full-flowing stomach.-General, Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony; Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine: Witness the world, that I create thee here My lord and master.
Gon.
Mean you to enjoy him?
Alb. The let-alone lies not in your good-will.
Edm. Nor in thine, lord.
Alb.
Half-blooded fellow, yes.
Reg. Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
[To Edmund.
Alb. Stay yet; hear reason:-Edmund, I arrest thee
On capital treason; and, in thy arrest,
This gilded serpent: [pointing to Gon.-for your
claim, fair sister,
I bar it in the interest of my wife;
'T is she is sub-contracted to this lord,
And 1, her husband, contradict your bans.
If you will marry make your loves to me,
My lady is bespoke.
Alb. Thou art arm'd, Gloster:-Let the trumpet
If none appear to prove upon thy person, [sound:
Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons,
There is my pledge; [Throwing down a glove]
I'll make it on thy heart,
Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less
Than I have here proclaim'd thee.
Reg.
Gon. If not, I 'll ne'er trust medicine. [Aside. Edm. There's my exchange: [Throwing down a glove] what in the world he is
That names me traitor, villain-like he lies:
Call by the trumpet: he that dares approach,
On him, on you, (who not?) I will maintain
My truth and honour firmly.
Edm. Alb. Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers, All levied in my name, have in my name Took their discharge.
"If any man of quality or degree, within the lists of the army, will maintain upon Edmund, supposed earl of Gloster, that he is a manifold traitor, let him appear by the third sound of the trumpet: He is bold in his defence.
Edm. Sound! Her. Again.
Her. Again.
[Trumpet answers within.
Enter Edgar, armed, preceded by a trumpet.
Alb. Ask him his purposes, why he appears
Upon this call o' the trumpet.
Her.
What are you?
Your name, your quality? and why you answer
This present summons?
Edg.
Know, my name is lost;
By treason's tooth bare gnawn, and canker-bit :
Yet am I noble, as the adversary
I come to cope withal.
Alb.
Which is that adversary? Edg. What's he that speaks for Edmund earl of Gloster?
Edm. Himself;-What say'st thou to him?
Edg.
Draw thy sword;
That, if my speech offend a noble heart,
Thy arm may do thee justice: here is mine.
Behold, it is my privilege,
The privilege of mine honours,
My oath, and my profession; I protest,-
Maugre thy strength, place, youth, and eminence,
Despite thy victor sword and fire-new fortune,
Thy valour, and thy heart,-Thou art a traitor:
False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father;
Conspirant gainst this high illustrious prince;
And, from the extremest upward of thy head,
To the descent and dust below thy feet,
A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou, 'No,'
This sword, this arm, and my best spirits, are bent
To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak,
Thou liest.
Edm. In wisdom, I should ask thy name;
But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike,
And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes,
What safe and nicely I might well delay,
By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn:
Back do I toss these treasons to thy head;
With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart;
Which, (for they yet glance by, and scarcely bruise,)
This sword of mine shall give thein instant way,
Where they shall rest for ever.-Trumpets, speak.
[Alarums. They fight. Edmund falls.
Alb. Save him, save him!
Gon. This is practice, Gloster: By the law of war, thou wast not bound to answer An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd, But cozen'd and beguil'd. Alb.
Shut your mouth, dame, Or with this paper shall I stop it:-Hold, sir :— Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil :No tearing, lady; I perceive you know it.
[Gives the letter to Edmund. Gon. Say, if I do: the laws are mine, not thine: Who can arraign me for 't? [Exit Goneril. Alb. Most monstrous !
Know'st thou this paper?
Edm.
Ask me not what I know.
Alb. Go after her: she 's desperate: govern her.
[To an Officer, who goes out.
Edm. What you have charg'd me with, that have I
And more, much more: the time will bring it out;
'T is past, and so am I: But what art thou
That hast this fortune on me? If thou art noble
I do forgive thee.
Edg.
Let's exchange charity.
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
My sickness grows upon me. If more, the more thou hast wrong'd me.
Enter a Herald.
Alb. She is not well; convey her to my tent.
Come hither, herald,-Let the trumpet sound,-
And read out this.
My name is Edgar, and thy father's son.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us:
The dark and vicious place where thee he got
Cost him his eyes.
Edm.
Thou hast spoken right, 't is true
The wheel is come full circle; I am here,
Alb. Methought thy very gait did prophesy
A royal nobleness :-I must embrace thee;
Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I
Did hate thee, or thy father!
Edg.
Worthy prince, I know 't.
Alb. Where have you hid yourself?
How have you known the miseries of your father?
Edg. By nursing them, my lord.-List a brief
tale ;-
And when 't is told, O, that my heart would burst!
The bloody proclamation to escape
That follow'd me so near, (O our lives' sweetness!
That we the pain of death would hourly die,
Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift
Into a mad-man's rags; to assume a semblance
That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit
Met I my father with his bleeding rings,
Their precious stones new lost; became his guide,
Led him, begg'd for him, sav'd him from despair;
Never (O fault!) reveal'd myself unto him,
Until some half-hour past, when I was arm'd;
Not sure, though hoping, of this good success,
I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last
Told him our pilgrimage: but his flaw'd heart,
(Alack, too weak the conflict to support!)
'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief,
Burst smilingly.
Edm.
This speech of yours hath mov'd me,
And shall, perchance, do good: but speak you on;
You look as you had something more to say.
Alb. If there be more, more woeful, hold it in;
For I am almost ready to dissolve,
Hearing of this.
This would have seem'd a period To such as love not sorrow; but another, To amplify too much, would make much more, And top extremity.
Whilst I was big in clamour, came there in a man,
Who, having seen me in my worse estate,
Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding
Who 't was that so endur'd, with his strong arms
He fasten'd on my neck, and bellow'd out
As he 'd burst heaven; threw him on my father;
Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him,
That ever ear receiv'd: which in recounting
His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life
Began to crack: Twice then the trumpet sounded,
And there I left him tranc'd.
Enter Kent.
O, is this he?
The time will not allow the compliment,
Which very manners urges.
To bid my king and master aye good night;
Is he not here?
Alb.
Great thing of us forgot!--
Speak, Edmund, where 's the king; and where 's
Seest thou this object, Kent?
[Cordelia?
[The bodies of Goneril and Regan are brought in.
Kent. Alack, why thus?
Edm.
Yet Edmund was belov'd:
The one the other poison'd for my sake,
And after slew herself.
Alb. Even so.-Cover their faces. Edm. I pant for life: Some good I mean to do, Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,
I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
She's dead as earth:-Lend me a looking-glass;
If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,
Why, then she lives.
Kent.
Is this the promis'd end?
Edg. Or image of that horror?
Alb.
Fall, and cease!
Lear. This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so,
It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.
O my good master! Kneeling. Lear. Prithee, away. Edg. 'T is noble Kent, your friend. [all! Lear. A plague upon you, murtherers, traitors I might have sav'd her; now she 's gone for ever! Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha! What is 't thou say'st?-Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman:I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee. Off. 'T is true, my lords, he did. Lear.
Did I not, fellow ? I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion I would have made them skip: I am old now, And these same crosses spoil me.-Who are you? Mine eyes are not o' the best :-I'll tell you straight. Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated, One of them we behold.
Lear. This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent? Kent. The same; Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius? Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; He'll strike, and quickly too: He's dead and rotten. Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man ;Lear. I'll see that straight.
Kent. That, from your first of difference and deHave follow'd your sad steps. [cay, Lear. You are welcome hither. Kent. Nor no man else; all 's cheerless, dark, and deadly.
Your eldest daughters have fore-done themselves, And desperately are dead.
That we present us to him.
Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain it is
Off. Edmund is dead, my lord.
Alb. That 's but a trifle here.You lords, and noble friends, know our intent. What comfort to this great decay may come Shall be applied: For us, we will resign, During the life of this old majesty, To him our absolute power :-You, to your rights; [To Edgar and Kent. With boot, and such addition as your honours Have more than merited.-All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes The cup of their deservings.-O, see, see! Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, [life: And thou no breath at all? Thou 'lt come no more. Never, never, never, never, never!
Pray you undo this button: Thank you, sir,
Do you see this? Look on her,-look,-her lips,-Alb. Bear them from hence.--Our present business
Look there, look there!-
[He dies. Is general woe. Friends of my soul, you twain
Edg.
He faints!-My lord, my lord,-
[To Kent and Edgar.
Kent. Break, heart; I prithee, break!
Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain.
Edg.
Look up, my lord. Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go;
Kent. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates My master calls me,-I must not say, no.
That would upon the rack of this rough world [him Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Stretch him out longer.
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
Edg.
He is gone, indeed.
The oldest hath borne most: we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
[Exeunt, with a dead march.
Kent. The wonder is he hath endur'd so long:
He but usurp'd his life.
SIWARD, Earl of Northumber-, Lady MACDUFF. [Macbeth.
Gentlewoman attending on Lady
3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.
I Witch. I come, Grayınalkin!
All. Paddock calls:-Anon.-
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
[Witches vanish. SCENE II.-A camp near Forres. Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier. Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. Mal. This is the sergeant, Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought 'Gainst my captivity:-Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil, As thou didst leave it.
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald (Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
The multiplying villainies of nature
Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles
Of kernes and gallowglasses is supplied;
And fortune, on his damned quarry smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all 's too weak;
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,)
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Like valour's minion, carved out his passage,
Till he faced the slave;
Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Sol-
diers, Murderers, Attendants,
and Messengers.
The Ghost of Banquo, and other
Apparitions.
SCENE.-In the end of the Fourth
Act, lies in ENGLAND; through
the rest of the Play, in SCOT-
LAND; and, chiefly, at MAC-
BETH'S Castle.
Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his present A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king,
And with his former title greet Macbeth. [death, Stands not within the prospect of belief,
Rosse. I'll see it done.
Dun. What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
Enter the three Witches.
I Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?
2 Witch, Killing swine.
3 Witch. Sister, where thou?
I Witch. A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:-
'Give me,' quoth I:
'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger:
But in a sieve I 'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
2 Witch, I'll give thee a wind.
1 Witch. Th' art kind.
3 Witch. And I another.
I Witch. I myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
I' the shipman's card.
I'll drain him dry as hay:
Sleep shall neither night nor day
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid:
Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Look what I have.
2 Witch. Show me, show me.
I Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, Wrack'd, as homeward he did come.
3 Witch. A drum, a drum:
Macbeth doth come.
No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
You owe this strange intelligence? or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
With such prophetic greeting?-Speak, I charge
[Witches vanish.
Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them: Whither are they vanish'd?
Mach. Into the air: and what seem'd corporal,
As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid!
Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root,
That takes the reason prisoner?
Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Ban.
You shall be king.
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?
Ban. To the self-same tune and words. Who's
here?
Enter Rosse and Angus.
Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine, or his: Silenc'd with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail
Came post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.
Ang.
We are sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
[Drum within. He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
For it is thine.
Ban.
All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again, to make up nine:
Peace -the charm 's wound up.
Enter Macbeth and Banquo.
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Ban. How far is 't call'd to Forres?-What are
So wither'd and so wild in their attire; [these,
That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on 't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question? You seem to understand
By each at once her choppy finger laying
U pon her skinny lips :-You should be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are so.
Mach. Speak, if you can;-What are you?
1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of
[Cawdor!
2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of
3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king
Ban. Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
Things that do sound so fair?-I' the name of truth,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
You greet with present grace, and great prediction
Of noble having, and of royal hope,
That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not:
If you can look into the seeds of time,
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not,
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favours nor your hate.
I Witch. Hail!
3 Witch. Hail!
I Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier.
3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be
So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail!
Mach. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis ;
But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives
What, can the devil speak true?
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do you
In borrow'd robes?
[dress me
Who was the thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life
Which he deserves to lose.
Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway;
Or did line the rebel with hidden help
And vantage; or that with both he labour'd
In his country's wrack, I know not;
But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd,
Have overthrown him.
Macb.
Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.-
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no less to them?
Ban.
That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 't is strange:
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
Win us with honest trifles, to betray us
In deepest consequence.-
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Macb.
Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentlemen,---
This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man, that function
Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is
But what is not.
Ban.
Look, how our partner 's rapt.
Mach. If chance will have me king, why, chance
Without my stir.
[may crown me,
New honours come upon him
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