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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 haft no less deserv’d, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me enfold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.
BAN. There if I grow,
The harveft is your own.
Dun. My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow. - Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our eftate upon
Our eldest, Malcolm ; whom we name hereafter,
The prince of Cumberland : which honour mult
Not, unaccompany'd, inveft him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers._From hence to Inverness,
And bind us further to you.
Mack. The rest is labour, which is not us’d for you :
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!
MAC. “ The prince of Cumberland! that is a step,”
« On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap,
“For in my way it lies. Stars, hide
“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 fee."
(Exit MACBETH. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full fo 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.
SCENE V. Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle.
Enter Lady Macbeth, reading.
L. M'. * * *
They met me in the day of Juccess : and I have learn'd by the perfeteft report, they bave more in them than mortal knowledge. When 1 burnt in desire to question them further, they made themfelves air, into which they vanillb'd. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came miffives from the king; who all-haild me, ihane of Cawdor; by which title before these weird hifters saluted me, and refer'd me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be. This have I thought good to deliver ibee, my deareff partner of greatness ; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promisd thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd: Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou would's be great, Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it: what thou would't highly, That would'st thou holily; would's not play false, [mis, And yet would'it wrongly win: thoud'tt have, great GlaThat which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ;
And that's what rather thou dost fear to do,
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my fpirits in thine ear;
And cháftise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
Enter an Attendant.
To have thee crown'd withal._ What is your tidings ?
Att. The king comes here to-night,
L. M'. Thou’rt mad to say it:
Is not thy master with him ? 'who, wer't so,
Would have inform’d for preparation.
Att. 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.
L. M'. Give him tending,
He brings great news. [Exit Att.] The raven himself is
That croaks the fatal enterance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, all you spirits,
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and paffage to remorfe;
That no compunctious visitings of nature
purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murth’ring minifters,
Wherever in your fightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunneft smoak of hell!
That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes;
! And that which rather 27 and hit,
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry, Hold, bold ! - Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor !
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present time, and I feel now
The future in the instant.
Macb. My dear'ft love,
Duncan comes here to-night.
L. Mb. And when goes hence ?
Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes.
L.M". O, never
Shall fun that morrow see.
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read ftrange matters : To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch ;
Which thall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely fovereign sway and masterdom.
Mac". We will speak further.
L. Mb. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me.
Exeunt SCENE VI. The same. Before the Castle. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth with Turches. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Macduff, BANQUO,
Lenox, Ross, Angus, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle sense.
Ban. This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his lov'd manfionry, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here : no jutting frieze,
Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle :
Where they most breed, and haunt, I have observ’d,
The air is delicate.
Enter Lady Macbeth.
Dun. See, fee, our honour'd hostess !
The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love: Herein I teach you,
How you shall bid god-ild us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
L, Mb. All our service
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and single business, to contend
Against those honours deep, and broad, wherewith
Your majesty loads our house : For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
hermits. Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor : but he rides well ; And his great love, sharp as his fpur, hath holp him To his home before us : Fair and noble hoftefs, We are your guest to-night.
L. Mb. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt; To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
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