Upon her skinny lips: You fhould be women,
And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
That you are fo.

MAC". Speak, if you can; What are you?

1. W. All-hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis! 2. W. All-hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Cawdor! 3. W. All-hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter. BAN. Good fir, why do you start; and seem to fear Things that do found fo fair? I'the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed

Which outwardly ye fhew? 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 feeds of time,

And fay, which grain will grow, and which will not;
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
Your favours, nor your hate.

1. W. Hail!

2. W. Hail!

3. W. Hail!

1. W. Leffer than Macbeth, and greater. 2. W. Not fo happy, yet much happier.

3. W. Thou fhalt get kings, though thou be none: So, all-hail, Macbeth, and Banquo!

1. 2. Banquo, and Macbeth, all-hail!

MAC. 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, A profperous gentleman: and, to be king, Stands not within the profpect of belief,

No more than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence

You owe this ftrange intelligence? or why
Upon this blafted heath you stop our way
With fuch prophetick greeting? Speak, I charge you.
[Witches vanish.

BAN. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them: Whither are they vanish'd? MAC. Into the air; and what feem'd corporal, melted, As breath into the wind. 'Would they had ftay'd! BAN. Were fuch things here, as we do speak about? Or have we eaten o' the infane root,

That takes the reason prisoner?

MAC'. Your children fhall be kings.

BAN. You shall be king.

MAC. And thane of Cawdor too; Went it not fo? BAN. To the self-fame tune, and words. Who's here? Enter Rosse, and ANGUS.

Ros. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy fuccefs: and when he reads Thy perfonal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend, Which fhould be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that, In viewing o'er the reft o'the self-same day, He finds thee in the ftout Norweyan ranks; Nothing afeard of what thyself did'st make, Strange images of death. As thick as hail, Came poft on poft; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him.

ANG. We are fent,

To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Only to herald thee into his fight,

Not pay

thee.

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Ros. And, for an earnest of a

greater honour, He bad me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor : In which addition, hail, most worthy thane !

For it is thine.

BAN. "What, can the devil speak true?"

[me

MAC. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress In borrow'd robes ?

ANG. Who was the thane, lives yet;

But under heavy judgment bears that life,
Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
Combin'd with Norway; or did line the rebel
With hidden help and vantage; or that with both
He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
But treasons capital, confeff'd, and prov'd,
Have overthrown him.

MAC. "Glamis, and thane of Cawdor :"

"The greatest is behind." Thanks for your pains."Do you not hope your children fhall be kings, "When those, that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, "Promis'd no lefs to them?"

BAN. "That, trusted home, "Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, "Befides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis ftrange: "And oftentimes, to win us to our harm," "The inftruments of darkness tell us truths; "Win us with honest trifles, to betray us"

In deepeft confequence." Cousins, a word, I pray you. [talks with Roffe and Angus apart.

MAC. "Two truths are told,"

"As happy prologues to the fwelling act"

"Of the imperial theme." I thank you, gentlemen."This fupernatural folliciting"

with thofe of Norway

"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 fuggeftion" "Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, "And make my feated heart knock at my ribs, Against the ufe of nature? Present fears"

"Are lefs than horrible imaginings: "

"My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical," "Shakes fo my single state of man, that function" Is fmother'd in furmise; and nothing is,"

"But what is not.

BAN. Look, how our partner's rapt.

[crown me”

MAC". "Ifchance will have me king, why, chance may “Without my stir."

BAN. New honours come upon him

Like our ftrange garments; cleave not to their mold, But with the aid of use.

MAC. "Come, what come may :

"Time and the hour runs through the rougheft day.' BAN. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. MAC. Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains 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,'

MAC. ""Till then, enough."-Come, friends.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Foris. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, Donalbain, Lenox, and Attendants.

DUN. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commiffion yet return'd?
MAL. My liege,

They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that faw him dye: who did report,
That very frankly he confeff'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 dy'd
As one that had been study'd 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 conftruction in the face :
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An abfolute trust. O worthieft cousin!

Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Roffe,
Angus, and Others.

The fin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
That swifteft wing of recompence is flow

To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadft lefs 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.
MAC. The fervice and the loyalty I owe,

In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
Is to receive our duties: and our duties