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By e Sinel's death, I know I am Thane of Glamis;
But how of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor lives,
A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king,
Stands not within the prospect of belief,
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
You owe this strange intelligence, or why
Upon this blasted heath you stop our way,
With such prophetic 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 seem'd corporal
Melted, as breath, into the wind.
Would they had staid !

Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about ?
Or have we eaten of the insane root,
That takes the Reason prisoner?

Mac. Your children shall be kings.
Bar. You shall be king,
Mac. And Thane of Cawdor top; went it not so?
Ban. To th' self-fame tune, and words. 8 Who's here?

e The father of Macbeth. P. i The 3 fielt fo's, or for of.

8 H. reads, but wbo is bere? for wba': beres

SCENE SCENE V.

Enter Roffe and Angus.

Rose. The king hath happily receivid, Macbeth,
The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal b venture in the rebels' fight,

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His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine, or his. Silenc'd with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o'th' self-fame day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing i afeard of what thyself didît make
Strange images of death. * As thick as hail,

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Came post 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 sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Only to ' herald thee into his fight,
Not pay thee.

Rose. 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,

h W. reads 'venture, i. e, adventure ; followed by J.

i So the 3 firft fo's and C; the reft, afraid.

* The fo's read, As ibick as tale Can post will pos, &c.

1 The it f. barrold.

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Ban. What, can the devil speak true !

Mac. The Thane of Cawdor lives;
Why do you dress me in m his borrow'd robes ?

Ang. Who was the Thane, lives yet;
But under heavy judgment bears that life,
Which he deserves to lofe. Whether he was combin'd
With " those of Norway, or did line the rebel
With hidden help and 'vantage; oro that with both

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He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know !
But treasons capital, confess’d, and provid,
Have overthrown him,
Mac. Glamis and Thane of Cawdor!

[Afide.
The greatest is behind-Thanks for your pains. [To Angus.
Do you not hope your children shall be kings? (T. Banquo.
When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no less to them?

Ban. That trusted home,
Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
Besides the Thane of Cavidor. But 'tis strange;
And oftentiines, to win us to our barm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
Win us with honest trifles, to p betray us
In deepest consequence. -Cousins, a word, I pray you.

:. (To Rosse and Angus, Mac. Two truths are told,

[ Afide. As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. - I

I thank

you, gentlemen

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o P. and H. omit ebat,

P. The fo's and R.'s o&avo, betray's for betray us.

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Cannot be ill; cannot be good -- If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Gawdor.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion,
Whose horrid image doth 4 unfix my hair,
And make my seated hcart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature ? Present · fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.
My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical,

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Shakes so my fingle state of man, that function
Is (mother'd in surmise; and nothing is,
But what is not.

Ban. Look how our partner's rapt.
Mac. If chance will have me king, why, chance may

crown me, Without my ftir.

[Afide. Ban. New honours, come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use. Mac. Come what come may,

[ Afideo • Time and the hour runs through the roughest 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 paigs

[To Roffe and Angus.

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* Are registred 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, [To Ban.
The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
Qur free hearts each to other.

Ban. Very gladly.
Mac. 'Till then enough. Corne, friends. [Exeunt.

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Flouris. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and

Attendants.

King. Is execution done on Cawdor a
Are not those in commission yet return'd?

Mal. My liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die; who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
Implor'd your Highness' pardon, and set forth
A deep repentance; nothing in his life

* De me autem, quantas debeo grá. the 4th Scene. tias paternæ benignitati veftræ, fcriben- 2 R. first describes the scene. do non fufficio reddert. Sed eas in cburta a After Cawdor P. adds yet, followed cordis mei scriptas lego affiduè. Anselm. by all but C. Paschali Pontify ap. Ead. p. 93.

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