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They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
There's no art
O worthiest cousin !
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 everything 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 deserved, nor must be known
There if I grow,
My plenteous joys,
you whose places are the nearest, know
Mace. The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
My worthy Cawdor! MACB. [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that
is a step On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your
fires; 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's after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :
SCENE V. Inverness. 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 allhailed 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 mightst' 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 holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou ’ldst have,
great Glamis, That which cries Thus thou must do, if thou have it ;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Enter a Messenger.
What is your tidings ?. Mess. The king comes here to-night. LADY M.
Thou 'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him ? who, were't so, Would have inform’d for preparation.
Mess. So pleaseyou, 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 message. Lady M.
Give him tending; He brings great news.
The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under
battlements. 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; the access and
passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature 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 murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
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!
My dearest love,
And when goes hence ?
But be the serpent under't. He that's coming
MACB. We will speak further.
Only look up clear;