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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, Roffe, and Angus.
O worthieft cousin!
The fin of my ingratitude even how
Was heavy on me. Thou art fo far before;
To overtake thee. Would, thou hadft lefs deferv'd,
Are to your throne and ftate, children and fervants;
King. Welcome hither:
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
e W. can'd for corv'd; but Shakefpeare ufes them both in the fame sense. d H. reads, O my moft worthy coufin. H. reads, More is thy due, ev'n more sban all can pay.
f So all before H. who reads Shap'd for Safe; W. Fief'd; T. propofes, Fiefs; Heath, Serves; J. — in doing nothing, fave toward your love, &c. 8 W. life for love,
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banque,
nor must be known Let me enfold thee,
Thou haft no less deferv'd,
Ban. There if I grow,
King. My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, feck to hide themselves
Our eldeft Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
Mac. The reft is labour, which is not us'd for
King. My worthy Cawdor!
Mac. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a ftep [Afide. On which I muft fall down, or else o'er-leap,
So all before R; he and all after, except C. and for nor. But perhaps there was no need of an emendation: for we have here only the double negative, which Shakespeare fornetimes makes ufe of; Thou haft no lefs deferv'd than Macbeth, nor must thou no lefs (any I fs, we should
fay) be known to have deferved.
iBefore Thames H. inferts and. * W. reads accompanied, an error of the prefs, followed by J.
1 P. and all after, except C. omit From.
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires!
King. True, worthy Banquo; he is full fo valiant,
It is a banquet to me.
Let's after him,
Whofe care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman.
Enter Lady Macbeth alone, with, a letter.
Lady. They met me in the day of fuccefs; and I have learn'd "the perfecteft report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burnt in defire to question them further, they made themfelves air, into which they vanish'd.
I ftood rapt in the wonder of it, came miffives from the king, who all-hail'd me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, bež fore, thefe weird fifters faluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with Hail king that fhall be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my deareft partner of greatness, that thou might'ft not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel..
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor-and fhalt be
What thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature;
To catch the nearest way.
Art not without ambition;
Thou would'st be great; but without
The illness should attend it. What thou would'ft highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false,
And yet would'ft wrongly win; thou'dft have, great Glamis,
♪ And that which rather thou doft fear to do,
And chaftife with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
> The 3 laft. fo's and R. all bil'd That which, if thou wouldst have it,
Which fate and metaphyfical aid doth feem
To have thee crown'd withal.
What is your tidings?
Me. The king comes here to-night.
Lady. Thou 'rt mad to fay it.
Is not thy mafter with him? who, were 't fo,
Would have inform'd for preparation.
Mef. 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 meffage.
Lady. Give him tending;
He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarfe,
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan