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King. My plenteous joys,
King. My worthy Cawdor!
step, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [Aside. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide
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 MACBETH. King. 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 of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt.
MACBETH's Castle, at Inverness.
Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a Letter. Lady. - 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 haild me, " Thane of Cawdor;” by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referr'd 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 promised :-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
Sey. The king comes here to-night.
Lady. Thou’rt mad to say it :
Sey. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming :
Lady. Give him tending, He brings great news.
passage to remorse ; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake
fell purpose; nor keep pace 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 You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That
keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, “ Hold, hold !"
Thy letters have transported me beyond
Macb. My dearest love,
Lady. And when goes hence?
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady. Only look clear; To alter favour ever is to fear : Leave all the rest to me.
The Gates of Inverness Castle.
Enter KING DUNCAN, BANQUO, MALCOLM, Do.
NALBAIN, MACDUFF, LENOX, Rosse, and AT-
King. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Ban. This guest of summer,
King. See, see ! our honoured hostess !
Herein I teach you, How you
shall bid Heaven yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble.
Lady. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend Against those honours deep and broadl, wherewith Your majesty loals our house : For those of old, And che late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your
hermits. King. Where's the tliane of Cawdor ? We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his purveyor : but he rides well ; And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess, W: are your guest to-night.
Lady. I our servants ever
King. Give me your hand;
(Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.--Exeunt.