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That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
King. There's no art,
Enter MAcDUFF, MACBETH, BANQUo, and Lesox.
O, worthiest cousin!
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe,
vants; Which do but what they should, by doing every thin
Safe tour love and honour.
King. Welcome hither:
Ban. There if I grow,
King. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, 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 Not, unaccompanied, invest him only, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers.--From hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you. Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for Oul : I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach; So, humbly take my leave. King. My worthy Cawdor? Macb. The Prince of Cumberland l—That is a step, On whii", must fall down, or else o'er-leap, [Aside. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your 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. [Erit 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.-Ereunt.
Lady. They met me in the day of success; and I have learn'd by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burn'd in desire to question them further, they made themselves—air, into which they vanish'd. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all hail'd 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 promis'd thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
What is your tidings?
Great Glamis' worthy Cawdor!
Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady. And when goes hence? Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes. Lady. O, never Shall sun that morrow see Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters:–To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, . But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Must be provided for: and you shall put This night's great business into my despatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Macb. We will speak further. Lady. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. [Ereunt.
The Gates of Inverness Castle.
Enter KING DUNCAN, BANQUo, MALcol M, Do-
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself