Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither, Enter an Attendant. What is your tidings? Thou'rt mad to say it: Atten. The king comes here to-night. Lady M. Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, Would have inform'd for preparation. Atten. So please you, 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 his message. Lady M. He brings great news. Give him tending; [Exit Attendant. The raven himself is hoarse Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, That Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,(26) Enter MACBEth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book where men Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch; Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Macb. We will speak further. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. Before MACBETH's castle. Hautboys. Servants of MACBETH attending, with torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, Ross, ANGUS, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Ban. This(28) guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet,(29) does approve, Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Dun. Enter Lady MАСВЕТН. See, see, our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, And thank us for your trouble. In Lady M. All our service every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business to contend Against those honours deep and broad wherewith Your majesty loads our house: for those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits. Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd 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 Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, Still to return your own. Dun. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, [Exeunt. SCENE VII. The same. A lobby in MACBETH'S castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter MACBETH. Macb. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if th' assassination We still have judgment here; But in these cases that we but teach That tears shall drown the wind.-I have no spur Enter Lady MACBETH. How now! what news? Lady M. He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber? Macb. Hath he ask’d for me? Lady M. Know you not he has? Macb. We will proceed no further in this business : Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Lady M. Macb. Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none." Lady M. (35) What beast was't, then,(36) That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; If we should fail? We fail! Macb. |