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SCENE IV.-Fores. A Room in the Palace.

Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN. LENOX, and Attendants.

Dun. 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:
Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one, that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a careless trifle..

Dun. There's no art,

To find the mind's construction in the face:
He was a gentleman, on whom I built

An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin!

Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS.

The sin of my ingratitude even now

Was heavy on me: Thou art so before,

That swiftest wing of recompense is slow

To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd;
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe,

In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part

Is to receive our duties: and our duties

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.

Dun. Welcome hither:

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing.-Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me infold thee,

And hold thee to my heart.

Ban. There if I grow, The harvest is your own.

Dun. My plenteous joys,

Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
And you, whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon

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Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, 10 to The prince of Cumberland, which honour mustaf Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,

But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shineFA

On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,

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Maeb. The rest is labour which is not us'd for you:

I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful0438 The hearing of my wife with your approach;

So, humbly take my leave.

Dun. My worthy Cawdor!

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Mach. The prince of Cumberland!That is a step,

On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,

[Aside.

For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! LÔ

Let not light see my black and deep desires:
The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,

Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

[Exit.

Dun. 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,

Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It is a peerless kinsman.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

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SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in MACBETH'S Castle.

Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter.

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Lady M. They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd thee, Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.

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Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt bed pic
What thou art promis'd: Yet do I fear thy nature
It is too full o'the milk of human kindness,

To catch the nearest way: Thou would'st be great;
Art not without ambition; but without

The illness, should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false,
And yet would'st wrongly win: thou'd'st have, great
Glamis,

That, which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,

Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,"
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem

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To have thee crown'd withal.What is your tidings?"

Enter an Attendant.

Atten. The king comes here to-night.

Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it:

Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,

Would have inform'd for preparation.

Atten. 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 message.

Lady M. Give him tending,

He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse,

[Exit Attendant.

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan'
Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,

Stop up
the access and passage to remorse ;
That no compunctious visitings of nature

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Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances

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You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the deepest smoke of hell!
That my keen knife see 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 !..

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Thy letters have transported me beyond

This ignorant present, and I feel now

The future in the instant.

Mach. My dearest love,

Duncan comes here to-night.

Lady M. And when goes hence?

Mach. To-morrow, as he purposes.
Lady M. O, never

Shall sun that morrow see!

Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men

May read strange matters: To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,

Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it. He, that's coming,

Must be provided for and you shall put

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This night's great business into my despatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Mach. We will speak farther.

Lady M. Only look up clear;

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