A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, that wh produces insan by Mach. Your children shall be kings. Enter ROSSE and ANGUS. Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, Which should be thine, or his : Silenc'd with that, We are sent, Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Ban. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: Why do you dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet ;; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway; Or did line the rebel with hidden help And vantage; or that with both he labour'd In his country's wrack, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, Macb. Mardonvaid. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind. Thanks for your pains.- Ban. Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, 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, Why hath it given me carnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, But what is not. Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Mach. 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 leisure. me 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, Our free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Forres. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Mal. 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 far before, To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd; 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 everything sure regard to Safe toward your love and honour. Dun Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Ban. The harvest is your own. There if I grow, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves My plenteous joys, set's In drops of sorrow.-Sons, kinsmen, thanes, mcriase And you whose places are the nearest, know, the succession t We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine And bind us further to you. Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So humbly take my leave. Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Mach. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a step For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires ! Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant ; Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman. [Aside. [Exit. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle. Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter. 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 promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.' Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd :--Yet do I fear thy nature : To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, And yet wouldst wrongly win; thou 'dst have, great Glamis, Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither, To have thee crown'd withal.-What is your tidings? Enter an Attendant. Attend. The king comes here to-night. Thou 'rt mad to say it : Is not thy master with him? who, wer 't so, Attend. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming : Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message. Lady M. Give him tending, [Exit Attendant. murderous That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men |