ACT I. SCENE III. 7 Macbeth. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal meltedo ho sak As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd! Banquo. Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root Macbeth. Your children shall be kings. X You shall be king. Macbeth. And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? Enter Ross and ANGUS. Ross. The king hath happily received, Macbeth, And pour'd them down before him. Angus. To give thee from our royal master thanks; Not pay thee. Ross. And for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane ! For it is thine, Banquo. What, can the devil speak true? Macbeth. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me In borrow'd robes? Angus. Who was the thane lives yet, IIO But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined With those of Norway, or did line the rebel Have overthrown him. Macbeth. [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind. [To Ross and Angus.] Thanks for your pains. [To Banquo.] Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them? That trusted home Banquo. Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you. Macbeth. [Aside] Two truths are told, An happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen. [Aside] This supernatural soliciting 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: Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, But what is not. Banquo. A Look how our partner's rapt. Macbeth. [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance Without my stir. [may crown me, Banquo. New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use. Macbeth. [Aside] Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Banquo. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. Our free hearts each to other. Banquo. Very gladly. Macbeth. Till then, enough. Come, friends. SCENE IV. Forres. The palace. 150 [Exeunt. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, Lennox, and Attendants. Duncan. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd? Malcolm. My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Duncan. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust. 10 |