My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, 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. 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:-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. To find the mind's construction in the face: 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 To make thee full of growing.-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. The harvest is your own. There if I grow, Dun. Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine 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 Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland !-That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, 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. [Aside. [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: 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 would'st be great; The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, To have thec crown'd withal.-What is your tidings? Atten. The king comes here to-night. Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Would have inform'd for preparation. 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 Than would make up his message. Lady M. 'That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-bail hereafter! This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. 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! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men This night's great business into my despatch; To alter favour ever is to fear : Only look up clear; [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. Before the Castle. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, Unto our gentle senses. Ban This guest of summer, The temple-baunting 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, |