Became him, like the leaving it: he died Dun. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face: Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: thou art so far before, served; 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. de 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 Ban. There if I grow, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, Macb. The rest labour, which is not used for you: We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face. + Exuberant. I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a step, It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, 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-hail'd 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 might'st 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 promised:-Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;" Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou bodily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; Full as valiant as described. Messengers. Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, Atten. The king comes here to-night. Is not thy master with him? who, wer❜t so, 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, Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Enter MACBETH."" Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! The future in the instant. Diadem. Murderous. Wrap as in a mantle. + Supernatural. Pity. Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger. * i. e. Beyond the present time, which is, according to the process of nature, ignorant of the future. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes. Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men But be the serpent under it. He that's coming This night's great business into my despatch; To alter favour ever is to fear: [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same.-Before the Castle. Hautboys.-Servants of MACBETH attending. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Most breed and haunt, I have observed, the air Enter Lady MACBETH. Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid God yield + us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady M. All our service * Convenient corner. + Reward. In every point twice done, and then done double, We rest your hermits.. Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us: fair and noble hostess, Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt +, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Dun. Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The same.-A Room in the Castle. Hautboys and Torches.-Enter, and pass over the Stage, a Sewert, and divers Servants with Dishes and Service.-Then enter MACBETH. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if the assassination i. e. We as hermits shall ever pray for you.' + Subject to accompt. An officer so called from his placing the dishes on the table. |