Ang. Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, We are sent 100 To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Not pay thee. Ross. And for an earnest of a greater honour, Ban. He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor : For it is thine. What, can the devil speak true? Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me Ang. In borrow'd robes ? Who was the thane lives yet, bined With those of Norway, or did line the rebel Macb. Ban. [Aside] 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 Promised no less to them? That, trusted home, 120 Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's Macb. Cousins, a word, I pray you. [Aside] Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentlemen. [Aside] This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good: if ill, 130 Why hath it given me earnest of success, Ban. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, But what is not. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. [Aside] If chance will have me king, why, chance Ban. Macb. may crown me, Without my stir. New honours come upon him, [Aside] 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: my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Ban. Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak 150 more Very gladly. [Exeunt. Macb. Till then, enough. Come, friends. Scene IV. Forres. The palace. Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, and Attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Mal. Dun. Are not My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke There's s no art To find the mind's construction in the face: An absolute trust. Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus. The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me thou art so far before, To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! only I have left to say, 20 More is thy due than more than all can pay. Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, Dun. In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Are to your throne and state children and servants; thing Safe toward your love and honour. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known 30 And hold thee to my heart. |