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.— Ban. Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [March.-Exeunt, R. SCENE IV.-The Palace at Fores.-Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Enter KING DUNCAN, DONALBAIN, MALCOLM, ROSSE, and two CHAMBERLAINS, L. King. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet returned? Mal. My liege, They are not yet come back; But I have spoke With one that saw him die: who did report, King. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust. Enter MACDUFF, Macbeth, BANQUO, and Lenox, l. Oh, worthiest cousin, The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, Thatswiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; King. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour grow, Ban. There, if 1 King. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you. Macb. The rest is labour, which is not used for you; [Aside, and crossing, R.] The Prince of Cumberland !— That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [Exit, R. King. 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; [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt, R. SCENE V.-Macbeth's Castle at Inverness. Enter LADY MACBETH, R., 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 farther, 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 promised!-Yet do 1 fear thy nature: To catch the nearest way. Thou would'st be great; The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, And yet would'st wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Gla mis, 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, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; Enter SEYTON, L. What is your tidings? Sey. The King comes here to-night. Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it! Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, Sey. 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. Give him tending He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, [Exit Seyton, L That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Come, thick night, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Enter МАСВЕТН, L. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! This ignorant present, and I feel now Mach. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower, Lady M. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: [Exeunt, R. SCENE VI.-The Gates of Inverness Castle.-Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Enter KING DUNCAN, BANQUO, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, MACDUFF, LENOX, ROSSE, and ATTENDANTS, R. King. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet," does approve, Buttress. or coignet of vantage, but this bird Enter LADY MACBETH, SEYTON, and two LADIES, from the King. See, see! our honoured hostess! The love that follows us sometimes is our trouble, Lady M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Against those honours, deep and broad, wherewith We rest your hermits. A kind of swallow Coigne, (Fr.) a corner |