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ANG. Who was the thane, lives yet;
MACB. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
BAN. That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
The inftruments of darkness tell us truths;
Coufins, a word, I pray you.
MACB. Two truths are told,
As happy prologues to the fwelling act
Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.-
Cannot be ill; cannot be good :—If ill,
And make my feated heart knock at my ribs,
My thought, whofe 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 may
Without my ftir.
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.
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.
Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace.
Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DON ALBAIN, 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
That very frankly he confefs'd his treafons;
DUN. There's no art,
To find the mind's conftruction in the face:
Enter MACBETH, BAN QUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS.
Was heavy on me: Thou art fo far before,
To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadft lefs deferv'd;
Are to your throne and state, children, and fervants;
DUN. Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing.-Noble Banquo,
Thát haft no less deferv'd, nor must be known
BAN. There if I
DUN. My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
Our eldeft, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
But figns of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
MACB. The reft is labour, which is not us'd for 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!
It is a banquet to me.
MACB. The prince of Cumberland!—That is a step, On which I muft fall down, or elfe o'er-leap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! Let not light fee my black and deep defires: The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to fee. DUN. True, worthy Banquo; he is full fo valiant; And in his commendations I am fed;
SCENE V. Invernefs. A Room in MACBETH's Castle. Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter.
LADY M.—They met me in the day of fuccefs; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burn'd in defire to question them
further, they made themselves—air, into which they vanish'd. Whiles I flood rapt in the wonder of it, came miffives from the king, who all-bail'd me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, thefe weird fifters faluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that fhalt be! This bave I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou might'ft not lofe the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promifed 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't be great;
Art not without ambition; but without
The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ;
Than wifheft should be undone. Hie thee hither,
Enter an ATTENDANT.
ATTEN. The king comes here to-night.
Is not thy mafter with him? who, wer't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation.
ATTEN. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming:
One of my fellows had the speed of him;