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Macb. The thane of Cawdor lives : Why do you
dress me In borrow'd robes ? Ang.
Who was the thane, lives yet ;
Glamis, and thane of Cawdor :
That, trusted home,
Two truths are told,
My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical,
Ban. Look, how our partner 's rapt.
may crown me, Without my stir.
Ban. New honours come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Macb.
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 :-.
SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, DONALBAIN,
Lenox, and Attendants.
Became him like the leaving it; he died
There 's no art
Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Rosse, and Angus.
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties : and our duties Are to your throne and state, children and servants ; Which do but what they should, by doing everything Safe toward your love and honour. Dun.
Welcome hither :
There if I grow,
My plenteous joys,
The prince of Cumberland : which honour must
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us`d for you:
My worthy Cawdor! Macb. 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 lies. Stars, hide your tires ! 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;
They met me in the day of succ. ss; and I have learned hy the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal kuowledge. 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, who all 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 mightest 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 What thou art promis'd :-Yet do I fear thy nature;
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou 'dst 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 a aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal. -What is your tidings ?
Enter an Attendant. Atten. The king comes here to-night. Lady M.
Thou 'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him ? who, wer 't so, Would have inform’d for preparation.
Atten. 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 Thari would make up his message. Lady M.
Give him tending, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse
[Exit Attendant 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