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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 used for you :

I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach ;

So humbly take my leave.

My worthy Cawdor! Macb. [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland ! that is a

On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide

Let not light see my black and deep desires :

wink at the hand ; yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit.
Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
And in his comme

mendations I am fed ;
It is a banquet to me.

Let's after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome :
It is a peerless kinsman. (Flourish. Exeunt.

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Scene V

Inverness. Macbeth's castle.

Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.
Lady M. • They met me in the day of success ; and

I have learned by the perfectest report, they
have more in them than mortal knowledge. When
I burned in desire to question them further, they
made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came
missives from the king, whoall-hailed me “Thane
of Cawdor ; " by which title, before, these weird
sisters saluted me, and referred 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 mightst
not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignor-
ant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay
it to thy heart, and farewell.'
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promised : yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great ;
Art not without ambition, but without

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The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst

That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win : thou ’ldst have,

great Glamis,
That which cries Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem 30
To have thee crown'd withal.
Enter a Messenger.

What is your tidings ?
Mess. The king comes here to-night.
Lady M.

Thou 'rt mad to say it : Is not thy master with him? who, were 't so,

Would have inform'd for preparation.
Mess. 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 his

message. Lady M,

Give him tending ; He brings great news.

[Exit Messenger.


The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature


purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,


keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry · Hold, hold!'

Enter Macbeth.

Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !
Thy letters have transported me beyond
This ignorant present, and I feel now

The future in the instant.

My dearest love,
Duncan comes here to-night.

Lady M.

And when goes hence? 60
Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes.
Lady M.

O, never
Shall sun that morrow see !
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read


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 't. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put
This night's great business into my dispatch ;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come 70

Give solely sovereigo away and masterdom.
Macb. We will speak further.

Only look up clear ;
To alter favour ever is to fear :
Leave all the rest to me,


Lady M.

Scene VI.

Before Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and 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

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