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They are not yet come back. But I have spoke 260
King. There's no art,
270 He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.--O worthiest cousin !
Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Rosse, and ANGUS.
Mac. The service and the loyalty I owe, 280
Safe toward your love and honour.
King. Welcome hither :
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
Ban. There if I grow,
King. My plenteous joys,
whose places are the nearest, know,
Mac. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you: 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!
309 Mac. The prince of Cumberland* !—That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, [Aside. For in my way it lieś. 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. [ Exčí. King. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant;
And in his commendations I am fed;
Enter MACBETH's Wife alone, with a Letter. Lady. 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 burnt 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 might'st not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis’d thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel.
333 Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: thou would'st be great; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly,
339 That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false,
And yet would'st wrongly win: "thou'd'st 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 To have thee crown'd withal.—What is your tidings:
Enter a Messenger. Mes. The king comes here to-night. Lady. Thou’rt mad to
say Is not thy master with him ? who, wer't so, Would have inform’d for preparation.
Mes. 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. Give him tending, He brings great news. *The raven himself is hoarse,
[Exit Mes. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
360 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
fell purpose, *nor keep peace between The effect, *and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And *take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances
370 *You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night*, * And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my
keen knife *see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark*, To cry, Hold, hold !--Great Glamis! worthy
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !
382 uncan comes here to-night. Lady. And when goes hence? Mac. To-morow, as he purposes. Lady. Oh, never all sun that morrow see ! Our face, my thane, is as a book*, where men ay read strange matters : -To beguile the time, ook like the time* ; bear welcome in your eye, our hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, it be the serpent under it. He that's coming 390 ust be provided for: and you shall put is night's great business into my dispatch ; hich shall to all our nights and days to come