And you whose places are the nearest, know, Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter 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: Dun. 40 My worthy Cawdor! Macb. [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step 50 On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, 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. [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome : [Flourish. Exeunt. 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 ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.' Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be 10 What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature; To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; 20 The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it; Enter a Messenger. 30 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, Mess. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming: Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Lady M, He brings great news. Give him tending; [Exit Messenger. The raven himself is hoarse 40 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Your face, my thane, is as a book where men shall put This night's great business into my dispatch; Mach. We will speak further. Lady M. Only look To alter favour ever is to fear : Leave all the rest to me. Scene VI. Before Macbeth's castle. Hautboys and torches. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air |