With such prophetic greeting? [Thunder and Lightning.-WITCHES vanish. Speak, I charge you. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, "And these are of them:-Whither are they vanish'd? Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted As breath into the wind.-'Would they had staid! Macb. Your children shall be kings. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Enter MACDUFF and LENOX. Macd. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, The news of thy success: and, when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebel's fight, His wonders and his praises do contend, Which should be thine or his : Silenc'd with that, In viewing o'er the rest o'the self-same day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as tale, Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him. Len. We are sent, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Not pay thee. Macd. 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. Ban. What! can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes? Macd. Who was the thane, lives yet; For treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-Thanks for your pains.-Do you not hope your children shall be kings, 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, The instruments of darkness tell us truths; Win us with honest trifles, to betray us In deepest consequence.-Cousins, a word, I pray you. Macb. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.- Cannot be ill; cannot be good:-If ill, My thought, whose 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 crown me, Without my stir. 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. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your lei sure. Macb. 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. Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [March.-Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Palace, at Fores. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Enter KING DUNCAN, DONALBAIN, MALCOLM, Rosse, and Two CHAMBERLAINS. King. Is execution done on Cawdor? 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; King. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face: An absolute trust. Enter MACDUFF, MACBETH, BANQUO, and LENOX. O, worthiest cousin! The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd; Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Safe toward your love and honour. King. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Ban. There if I grow, King. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful King. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The Prince of Cumberland !-That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! [Aside. [Exit MACBETH. 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, [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt." |