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And ever as it blaz’d, they threw on him

A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller, Great pails of puddled mire, to quench the liair: A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-locking wretch, My master preaches patience to him, while

A living dead man: this pernicious slave,
His man with scissars picks him like a fool:

Porsooth, took on him as a conjurer,
And, sure, unless you send some present help, And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
Between them they will kill the conjurer.

And with no face, as ’iwere, outfacing me,
Adr. Peace, fool, thy master and his man are here; Cries ont, I was possess'd: then altogether.
And that is false, thou dost report to ns.

They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence,
Serv. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true: And in a dark and dankislı vault at home
I have not breath'd almost, since I did see it. There left me and my man, both bonnd together;
He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you, Till goawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder,
To scorch your face, and to disfigure you :(Cry within. I gain'd ny freedom, and immediately
Hark, hark, I hear him, mistress ; fly, be gone! Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech
Duke. Come, stand by me, fear nothing! Guard with To give me ample satisfaction

For these deep shames and great indignities.
Adr. Ah me, it is my husband! Witness you, Ang. My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him,
That he is borne about invisible :

That he dided not at home, but was lock'd out.
Even now we hous'd him in the abbey here;

Duke. But had he such a chain of thee, or no? And now he's there, past thought of human reason. Ang: He had, my lord: and when he ran in here,

Enter Antipholts and Dropio of Ephesus. These people saw the chain about his neck.
Ant. E. Justice, most gracious duhe, oli, grant ine Mer. Besides, I will be sworn, these cars of mine

Drari you! confess, you had the chain of him,
Even for the service, that long since I did thee, After you first forswore it on the mart,
When I bestrid thee in the wars, and took

And thereupon I drew my sword on you;
Deep scars, to save thy life; even for the blood, And then you iled into this abbey here,
That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice! from whence, I think, yon are come by miracle.

Aege. Unless the fear of death doth make me dote, Ant. E. I never came within these abbey walls,
I see my son Antipholus, and Dromio.

Nor ever slidst thou drawthy sword on me: Ant. E. Justice, sweet prince, against that woman I never saw the chain, so help me heaven! there!

And this is false, you burden me withal. She, whom thon gav'st to me to be my wife,

Duhe. What an intricate impeach is this ! That bath abused and dishonour'd me,

I think, you all have drunk of Circe's cup. Even in the strength and height of injury!

There you lous'd him, here he would have been :
Beyond imagination is the wrong,

If he were mad, he wonld not plead so coldly: –
That she this day hath shameless throwu on me. You say, he dined at home; the goldsmith here
Duke. Discover how, and thou shalt find me just. Denies that saying. - Sirrah, what say you?
Ant. E. This day, great duke, she shut the doors Dro.E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porcupine.
upon me,

Cour. He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring.'
While she, with harlots, feasted in my house. Ant. E. 'Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of her.

Duke. A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so? Duke. Sawist thou him enter at the abbey here?
Adr. No, my good lord ; – myself, he, and my sister, Cour. Assure, my liege, as I do see your grace.
To-day did dine together. So befal my soul, Duke. Why, this is strange. - Go call the abbess
As this is false, he burdens me withal !

Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night, I think, you are all mated, or stark mad.
But she tells to your highness simple truth!
Ang. O perjur'd woman! they are both forsworn. Aege. Most mighty duke,vouchsafe me speak a word !
In this the madman justly chargeth them.

Haply, I see a friend will save my life,
Ant. E. My liege, I am advised what I say; And pay the sam, that may deliver me.
Neither disturb’d with the efl'ect of wine,

Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt!
Nor heady-rash, provok'd with raging ire,

Aege. Is not your name, sir, called Antipholus ?
Albeit, my wrongs might make one wiser mad. And is not that your bondman, Dromio?
This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner: Dro. E. Within this hour I was his bondman, sir,
That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her, But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords;
Could witness it, for he was with me then;

Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.
Who parted with me to go fetch a chain,

Aege. I am sure, you both of you remember me. Promising to bring it to the Porcupine,

Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you; Where Balthazar and I did dine together.

For lately we were bound, as you are now, Our dinner done, and he not coming thither,

You are not Pinch’s patient, are you, sir? I went to scek him: in the street I met him;

Aege. Why look you strange on me? you know me And in his company, that gentleman,

well. There did this perjur'd goldsmith swear me down, Ant. E. I never saw you in my life till now. That I this day of him receiv'd the chain,

Aege. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, since you saw me Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which

last; He did arrest me with an officer.

And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand, I did obcy, and sent my peasant home

Have written strange defeatures in my face. For certain ducats: he with none return'd.

But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? Then fairly I bespoke the officer,

Ant. E. Neither. To go in person with me to my house.

Aege. Dromio, nor thou? By the way we met

Dro. E. No, trust me, sir, nor I. My wife, her ster, and a rabble more

Aege. I am sure, thou dost. Of vile confederates ; along with them

Dro. E. Ay, sir? but I am sure, I do not; and whatThey brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain, soever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him. A mere auatomy, a mountebank,

dege. Not know my voice! O, time's extremity!

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Hast thon so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue, Adr. And are not you my husband ?
In seven short years, that here my only son

Ant. E. No, I say nay to that.
Knows not my feeble key of antun'd cares?

Ant. S. And so do I ; yet did she call me so, Though now this grained face of mine be hid

And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here, In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,

Did call me brother. – What I told you then, And all the conduits of'my blood froze up :

I hope, I shall have leisure to make good. Yet hath my night of life some memory,

If this be not a dream, I see, and hear. My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,

Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me. My dulldcafears a little use to hear.

Ant. s. I think it be, sir; I deny it not. All these old witnesses (I cannot err,)

Ant. E. And you, sir, for this chain arrested me. Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus.

Ang. I think I did, sir; 1 deny it not.
Ant. E. I vever saw my father in my life.

Adr. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail,
Aege. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, By Dromio; but I think, he brought it not.
Thou know'st, we parted; but, perhaps, my son, Dro. E. No, none by me.
Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in misery,

Ant. S. This purse of ducats (receiv'd from you,
Ant. E. The duke, and all that know me in the city, And Dromio my man did bring them me.
Can witness with me, that it is not so.

I see, we still did meet each other's man, loc'er saw Syracusa in my life.

And I was ta'en for him, and he for me, Dike. I tell thee, Syracusan, twenty years

And thereupon these errors are arose. Hlavel been patron to Antipholus,

Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here. During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa :

Dule. I shall not need, thy father hath his life. I see, ihy age and dangers make ibee dote.

Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you. Re-enter the Abbess, with ANTIPHOLU's, Syracusan; Ant. E. There, take it! and much thanks for my and DAOVO, Syracusun.

good cheer. Abb.most mighty duke,behold a man much wrong'd! Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains,

( All gather to see him. To go with us into the abbey here,
Adr. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me. And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes!
Duke. One of these men is genins to the other : And all that are assembled in this place,
And so of these which is the natural man,

That by this sympathized one day's error
And which the spirit, who deciphers them?

Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company,
Dro. S. I, sir, am Dromio; command him away! And we shall make full satisfaction. -
Dro. E. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay! Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail
Ant. S. Aegeon, art thou not? or else his glost? of you, my sons; nor, till this present hour,
Dro. S. O, my old master! who hath bound him here? My heavy burdens are delivered.
Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds, The duke, my husband, and my children both,
And gain a husband by his liberty. --

And you, the calendars of their nativity,
Speak, old Aegeon, it'thou be’st the man,

Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me! That had'st a wife once call'd Aemilia,

After so long grief such nativity! That bore thee at a burden two fair sons.

Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast. o, it'thou be'st the same Aegeon, speak,

[Exeunt Duke, Abbess, Aegeon, Courtezan, MerAnd speak unto the same Aemilia!

chant, Angelo, and Attendants. Aege. If I dream not, thou art Aemilia ;

Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipIf thou art she, tell me, where is that son,

board? That floated with thee on the fatal raft?

Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou emAbb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I,

bark'd ? And the twin Dromio, all were taken up;

Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in the But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth

Centaur. Py force took Dromio, and my son from them,

Ant. S. He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio: Aud me they left with those of Epidamnum.

Come, go with us! we'll look to that anon. What then became of them, I cannot tell ;

Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him ! I, to this fortune that you seemein.

[Freunt Antipholus S. and E. Adr, and Luc. Duke. Why, here begins this morning story right. Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's house, These two Antipholus's, these two so like,

That kitchen’d me for you to-day at dinner; And these two Dromio's, onein semblance, – She now shall be my sister, not my wife. Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,

Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not my These are the parents to these children,

brother. Which accidentally are met together,

I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. Antipholus, thou cam'st from Corinth first.

Will you walk in to see their gossiping? Ant. S. No, sir, not); I came from Syracuse. Dro. S. Not I, sir; you are my elder. Duke. Stay, stand apart! I kuow not which is which. Dro. E. That's a question. How shall we try it? Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord.

Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior: till then, Dro, E. And I with him.

lead thou first! Ant. E. Brought to this town by that most famous Dro E. Nay, then thus: warrior,

We came into the world, like brother and brother; Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.

And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another! Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day?

[Exeunt. Ant. S. I, gentle mistress.


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Per $ots of the Dt a m a. Duncan, king of Scotland:

Young SIWARD, his son. MALCOLM, his sons.

Seytox, an officer attending on Macbeth. DONALBAIN, S

Son to Macdull

generals of the king's army.

An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor,

A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man. MACDUFF,


Lady Macduff. Rosse, noblemen of Scotland.

Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth. MENTETI,

Hecate, and three Witches. Angus,

Lords, Gentlemen, Officers,' Soldiers, Murderers, Cathness,

Attendants, und Messengers. FLEANCE, son to Banquo.

The Ghost of Banquo, and several other AppariSIWARD, earl of Northumberland, general of the

tions. English forces. Scene, -in the end of the fourth act, lies in England; through the rest of the play, in Scotland;

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So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,

Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark!
SCENE I. An open place.

No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d,
Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.

Compell’d these skipping Kernes to trust their heels, 1 Witch. When shall we three meet again,

But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, In thunder, lightning, orin rain ?

With furbish'd arms, and new supplies of men, 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done,

Began a fresh assault. When the battle's lost and won.

Dun. Dismay'd not this 8 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.

Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ? 1 Witch. Where the place?

Sold. Yes ; 2 Witch. Upon the heath.

As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion. 8 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth.

If I say sooth, I must report, they were 1 Witch. I come, Graymalkin!

As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;All. Paddock calls: — Anon.

So they Fair is foul, and foulis fair:

Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe!
Hover through the fog and filthy air.[Witches vanish. Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,

Or memorize another Golgotha,
- A cump near Fores.

I cannot tell:-
Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, MALCOLM, But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.

DONALBAIN, Lenox, with Attendants, meeting a Dun. So well thy words become thee, as thy wonnds;
bleeding Soldier.

They smack of honour both. - Go, get him

surgeons! Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report,

[Exit Soldier, attended. As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

Enter Rosse. The newest state.

Who comes here? Mal. This is the sergeant,

Mul, The worthy thane of Rosse. Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought

Len. What haste looks through his eyes ? So should 'Gainst my captivity.- Hail, brave friend!

he look, Say to the king the knowledge of the broil,

That seems to speak things strange. As thou didst leave it!

Rosse. God save the king!
Sold. Doubtfully it stood,

Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, Rosse. From Fife, great king,
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald, Where the Norweyan bauners flout the sky,
(Worthy to be a rebel ; for, to that,

And fan our people cold.
The multiplying villainies of nature

Norway himself, with terrible numbers, Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles

Assisted by that most disloyal traitor of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied;

The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict:
And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
Show'd like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak; Confronted him with self-comparisons,
For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,) Point against point rebellious, arm’gainst arm,
Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel, Curbing his lavish spirit, and, to conclude,
Which smok’d with bloody execution,

The victory fell on us;
Like valour's minion,

Dun. Great happiness!
Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave,

Rosse. That now
And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
Till he nnseam'd him from the nave to th' chaps, Nor would we deign him burial of his men,
And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

Till he disbursed, at St Colmes' inch,
Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

Ten thousand dollars to our general use. Sold. As whence the sun 'gins his

reflection Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break, Tour bosom interest.

-Go, pronounce his death,

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And with his former title greet Macbeth!

Your favours, nor your hate!
Rosse. I'll see it done.

1 Witch, Hail !
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won. 2 Witch. Hail:

[Exeunt. 3 Witch. Hail !

i Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater ! SCENE III. - A heath.

2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier! Thunder. Enter three Witches.

3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister?

So all hail, Macbeth, and Banquo! 2 Witch. Killing swine.

1 Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! 3 Witch, Sister, where thou?

Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more!
1 Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap, By Sinel's death, I know, I am thane of Glamis;
And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:-Give But how of Cawdor? The thane of Cawdor lives,
me, quoth I:

A prosperous gentleman, and, to be king,
Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. Stands not within the prospect of belief,
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Tiger : No more, than to be Cawdor. Say, from whence
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

You owe this strange intelligence? or why
And, like a rat without a tail,

Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

With such prophetic greeting ?-Speak, I charge you. 2 Witch, I'll give thee a wind.

[Witches vanish. 1 Witch. Thou art kind.

Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, 3 Witch. And I another.

And these are of them. – Whither are they vanish'd? 1 Witch. I myself have all the other :

Macb. Into the air; and what seem'd corporal,melted, And the very ports they blow,

As breath into the wind. —'Would they had staid! All the quarters that they know

Ban. Were such things here, as we do speak about?
I'the shipman's card.

Or have we eaten of the insane root,
I will drain him dry, as hay.

That takes the reason prisoner ?
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,

Macb. Your children shall be kings.
Hang upon his pent-house lid;

Ban. You shall be king.
He shall live a man forbid.

Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so ?
Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,

Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here?
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine;

Enter Rosse and Angus,
Though his bark cannot be lost,

Rosse. The king hath happily receiv’d, Macbeth,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.

The news of thy success, and when he reads
Look what I have !

Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
2 IV itch. Show me, show me!

His wonders and his praises do contend,
I Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb,

Which should be thine, or his. Silenc'd with that, Wreck’d, as homeward he did come. (Drum within. In viewing o'er the rest o’the self-same day, 3 Witch. A drum, a drum!

He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Macbeth doth come.

Nothing afеard of what thyself didst make,
All. The weird sisters, hand in hand,

Strange images of death. As thick as tale,
Posters of the sea and land,

Came post with post, and every one did bear Thus do go about, about;

Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,

And pour'd them down before him. And thrice again, to make up nine!

Ang. We are sent,
Peace! the charm's wound up.

To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Enter Macbeth and Banduo.

To herald thee into his sight, not pay thee.
Macb. So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, Ban. How far is't callid to Fores?- What are these, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: So wither'd, and so wild in their attire?

In which addition, hail, most worthy thane ! That look not like the inhabitants o’the earth, For it is thige. And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught, Ban. What, can the devil speak true? That man may question? You seem to understand me, Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives; why do you By each at once her choppy finger laying

dress me Upon her skinny lips.

- You should be women, In borrow'd robes ? And yet your beards forbid me to interpret,

Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet,

But under heavy judgement bears that life,
Macb. Speak, if you can! What are you?

Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was
1 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Combin’d with Norway; or did line the rebel
Glamis !

With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
2 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;

But treasons capital, confess'd, and prov'd,
3 Witch. All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king here- Have overthrown him.

Macb. Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
Ban. Good sir, why do you start, and seem to fear The greatest is behind. — Thanks for your pains! -
Things, that do sound so fair ? – I’the name of truth, Do you not hope, your children shall be kings,
Are ye fantastical, or that indeed,

When those, that gave the thane of Cawdor to nie,
Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner Promis'd no less to them?
Ye greet with present grace, and great prediction Ban. That, trusted home,
Of noble haying, and of royal hope,

Might yet enkindle you into the crown,
That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not? Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
If you can look into the seeds of time,

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
And say, which grain will grow, and which will not,

The instruments of darkuess tell us truths; Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear

Win us with honest trifles, to betray us

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In deepest consequence.

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Cousins, a word, I pray you.

To make thee full of growing. – Noble Banquo, Macb. Two truths are told,

Thou hast no less deserv’d, nor must be known
As happy prologues to the swelling act

No less to have done; so let me infold thee,
Of the imperial theme. – I thank you, gentlemen. And hold thee to my heart!
This supernatural soliciting

Ban. There if I grow,
Cannot be ill, cannot be good. — Jfill,

Tlie harvest is your own.
Why hath it given me earnest of success,

Dun. My plenteous jovs,
Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor. Wanton in fulcess, seek to hide themselves
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion,

In drops of sorrow. — Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,

And you whose places are the nearest, know, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,

We will establish our estate upon Against the use of nature? Present fears

Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
Are less, than horrible imaginings.

The prince of Cumberland: which lionour must
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
Shakes so my single state of man, that function But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is,

On all deservers. — From hence to Inverness,
But what is not.

And bind us further to you. Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt!

Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us’d for you: Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may I'll be myself the harbinger, and makejoyful crown me,

The hearing of my wife with your approach. Without my stir.

So, humbly take my leave.
Ban. New honours come upon him

Dun. My worthy Cawdor!
Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, Macb. The prince of Cumberland! – That is a step,
But with the aid of use.

On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap; [.4 side.
Macb. Come what come may!

For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires !
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Let not light see my black and deep desires!
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,
Macb. Give me your favour! - my dull brain was Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see! [Exit.

Dun. True, worthy Banquo; heis full so valiant,
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains And in his commendations I am fed ;
Are register'd where every day I turn

It is a banqnet to me. Let us after him,
The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king! Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome!
Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish

The interim having weigh’d it, let us speak
Our free hearts each to other.

SCENE V.- Inverness. Aroom in Macbeth's castle.
Ban. Very gladly.

Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.
Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends ![Exeunt. Lady M. They met me in the day of success, and I

have learned by the perfectest report, they have more SCENE IV.- Fores. A room in the palace. in them, than mortal knowledge. When I burned in Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Le- desire to question them further, they made themsel, nox, and Attendants.

ves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, Those in commission yet return’d?

who all-hailed ine Thane of Cawdor; by which title, Mal. My liege,

before, these weird sisters saluted ine, and referred They are not yet come back. But I have spoke me to the coming on of time, with Hail, king that shalt With one, that saw him die: who did report, be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,

dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightest not Implor'd your highness' pardon, and set forth lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what A deep repentance. Nothing in his life

greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, und Became him like the leaving it: he died

farewell! As one, that had been studied in his death,

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be To throw away the dearest thing, he ow'd,

What thou art promis'd. -- Yet do I fear thy nature : As 'twere a careless trifle.

It is too full o’the milk of human kindness, Dun. There's no art,

To catch the nearest way. Thou would'st be great; To find the mind's construction in the face:

Art not without ambition; but without He was a gentleman, on whom I built

The illness, should attend it. What thou would'st An absolute trust. O worthiest cousin !

highly, Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus. That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, The sin of my ingratitude even now

And yet would'st wrongly win: thou’dst have, great Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before,

That swiftest wing of recompense is slow

That, which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ;
To overtake thec. 'Would thou hadst less desery'd, And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
Might have been mine! Only I have left to say, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,
More is thydue, than more, than all can pay.

And chastise, with the valour of my tongue,
Macb. The service and the loyalty, I owe,

All that impedes thee from the golden round,
In doing it, pays itfelf. Your highness' part Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
Is to receive our duties : and our duties

To have thee crown'd withal. – What is your tidings?
Are to your throne and state, children, and servants,

Enter an Attendant.
Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Atten. The king comes here to-night.
Safe toward your love and honour.

Lady M. Thou’rt mad to say it.
Dun. Welcome hither!

Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,

Your Mayr Look Your

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