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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,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
His wonders and his praises do contend,
Which should be thine, or his: Silenc'd with that,
In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day,
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as tale,"
Came post with post; and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
And pour'd them down before him.

Ang. We are sent,
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.

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:
In which addition,” hail, most worthy thane !
For it is thine.

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:
The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains.—
Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no less to them?

Ban. - That, trusted home,
Might yet enkindle? you unto the crown,
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

WOL. IV. P

* Title. 3 Stimulate,

Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.—
This supernatural soliciting”
Cannot be ill; cannot be good:—If ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth I am thane of Cawdor:
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion?
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
And make my seated4 heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man, that function
Is smother'd in surmise;3 and nothing is,
But what is not.

Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.
Macb. 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.

Macb. Give me your favour:7—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.—

* 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,
The interim having weigh’d it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.
Ban. Very gladly.
Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends.
[Ereunt.

SCENE IV.
Fores. A Room in the Palace.

Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALcol M, Don ALBAIN, LENox, and Attendants.

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commission yet return'd?

Mal. My liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die : who did report,
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him, like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,”
As 'twere a careless trifle.

Dun. There's no art,
To find the mind's construction in the face:9
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.—O worthiest cousin!

* 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
Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before,
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. "Would thou hadst less deserv'd;
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
Are to your throne and state, children, and servants;
Which do but what they should, by doing every

thing y

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

* Exuberant.

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