But what is not. Ban. Look how our partner's rapt! Macb, If chance will have ane king, why, chance may crown me, Without my flir. Ban, New honours come upon him, Like our ftrange garments, cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Mach. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leifure. Mach. 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. SCENE IV. Flourish. [Exeunt. Enter KING, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and Attendants. King. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Thofe in commiffion yet return'd? Mal. My liege They are not yet come back. But I have spoke Beca Became him like the leaving it; he dy'd King. There's no art To find the mind's conftruction in the face : Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. The fin of my ingratitude ev'n now 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; King. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Ban. There if I grow, King. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves And And you whofe places are the nearest, know, Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But figns of nobleness, like ftar's, fhall fhine Macb. The reft is labour, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myfelf the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, humbly take my leave. King. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a step On which I must fall down, or elfe o'erleap, Afide. 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. [Exit. King. True, worthy Banquo; he is full fo valiant; And, in his commendations I am fed; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Whofe care is gone before to bid us welcome: It is a peerless kinfman. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V. Enter LADY MACBETH, with a letter. 66 Lady. They met me in the day of fuccefs; "and i have learned by the perfe&teft report, they "have more in them than mortal knowledge. When "I burnt in defire toquestion them further, they made “themselves—air, into which they vanished. Whiles "I ftood rapt in the wonder of it, came miffives from B "the "the king, who all-hail'd me, thane of Cawdor; by "which title, before thefe weird fifters faluted me, "and referred me to the coming on of time, with, "Hail, king that halt be! This have I thought "good to deliver thee, my deareft partner of great"nefs; that thou might'it not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatnefs is pro"mifed thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel." 66 Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great; The illness fhould attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldft not play false, And yet wouldft wrongly win: thou'dft have, great Glamis, 'That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; Enter Mejenger. -What is your tidings? -- Mef. The king comes here to-night. Is not thy mafter with him? who, wer't so, Mef. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: One One of my fellows had the fpeed of him; Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Lady. Give him tending, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarfe, [Exit Melenger. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unfex me here, And fill me, from the crown to th' toe, top-full Of direft cruelty! make thick my blood; Stop up th' accefs and paffage to remorse; That no compunctious vifitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breafts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters, Wherever, in your fightless fubftances, You wait on nature's mifchief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunneft smoke of hell! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold!Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady. And when goes hence? Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes. Lady. Oh, never B 2 Shall |