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Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal, melted As breath into the wind.—"Would they had staid! Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about 2 Or have we eaten of the insane root,9 That takes the reason prisoner? Macb. Your children shall be kings. Ban. You shall be king. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here?
Enter Ross E and ANG Us.
Rosse. The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
Ang. We are sent,
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
9 The root which makes insane. *As fast as they could be counted.
He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
Ban. What, can the devil speak true 2
Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; Why do you
- dress me In borrow'd robes 2
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 Norway; or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage; or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd, Have overthrown him.
Macb. \ Glamis, and thane of Cawdor:
Ban. - That, trusted home,
Macb. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act
WOL. IV. P
* Title. 3 Stimulate,
Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.—
Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.
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.
Macb. Give me your favour:7—my dull brain was
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
* Encitement. 3 Temptation. 4 Firmly fixed. 5 The powers of action are oppressed by conjecture. * Time and opportunity. 7 Pardon.
Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more time,
Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALcol M, Don ALBAIN, LENox, and Attendants.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Mal. My liege,
Dun. There's no art,
* Owned, possessed, 9 We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face.
Enter MACBETH, BANQUo, Ross E, and ANGUs.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe,
Safe toward your love and honour.
Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing.9—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 Our eldest, Malcolm ; whom we name hereafter, The prince of Cumberland: which honour must