With one that faw him die, who did report
That very frankly he confefs'd his treasons,
Implor'd your Highness' pardon, and set forth
A deep repentance; nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it. He dy'd,
As one that had been ftudied in his death,
To throw away the deareft thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a careless trifle.

King. There's no art,

To find the mind's conftruction in the face:
He was a gentleman on whom I built

An

abs'lute` trust.

Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Roffe, and Angus.

O 'my most worthy cousin!

The fin of my ingratitude ev'n now

Was heavy on me. Thou'rt fo far before,
That swifteft wing of recompence is flow,
To overtake thee. Would thou'dst less deferv'd,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine: only I've left to fay,
More is thy due, "ev'n more than all can pay.
Mach. The fervice and the loyalty I owe,
In doing it, pays it felf. Your Highness' part
Is to receive our duties; and our duties

Are to your throne and ftate, children and fervants; Which do but what they fhould, by doing every thing 7'Shap'd tow'rd your love and honour.

King. Welcome hither:

I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
'Thou haft no lefs deferv'd, and must be known
No lefs to have done fo: let me enfold thee,
And hold thee to my heart.

Ban. There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
King. My plenteous joys

Wanton

4 abfolute 5 worthieft 6 than

7 Safe or Fiefs

Wanton in fulness, feek to hide themselves

In drops of forrow. Sons, 'kinfmen, and Thanes,
And you whofe places are the nearest, know,

We will eftablifh our eftate upon

Our eldeft Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
The Prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, inveft him only,

But figns of noblenefs like ftars shall shine

On all defervers. Hence to Inverness,

And bind us further to you.

[To Macbeth.

Mach. The reft is labour, which is not us'd for you;
I'll be my felf the harbinger, and make joyful
The hearing of my wife with your approach,
So humbly take my leave.

King. My worthy Cawdor!

Mach. The Prince of Cumberland!

that is a step,

On which I must fall down, or elfe o'er-leap,
For in my way it lyes. Stars, hide your fires.
Let 9'no light fee my black and deep defires;
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to fee!

[Afide.

[Exit.

King. True, worthy Banquo; he is full of valour,

And in his commendations I am fed ;

Let us after him

Whofe care is gone before to bid us welcome:

It is a banquet to me.

It is a peerless kinfman.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

VII.

An Apartment in Macbeth's Caftle at Inverness.

Enter Lady Macbeth alone, with a letter.

Lady.
Hey met me in the day of fuccefs; and I have
learn'd by the perfetteft report, they have more
in them than mortal Knowledge. When I burnt in defire to
question them further, they made themselves air, into which
they vanish'd. While I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came
miffives

8 kinfmen, Thanes,

9 not

fo valiant,

miffives from the King, who all-bail'd me Thane of Cawder, by which title before thefe weird fifters faluted me, and ferr'd me to the coming on of time, with hail, King that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee (my deare)} partner of greatness) that thou might'ft not lofe the dues of rejoicing by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd the. Lay it to thy beart, and farewel.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor and fhalt be
What thou art promis'd.
It is too full o' th' milk of
To catch the neareft way.
Art not without ambition,
The illness should attend it.

Yet I fear thy nature;
human kindness,

Thou wouldst be great, but without

What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldft wrongly win. Thou'dft have, great

Glamis,

2

That which cries, 'This thou must do if thou have it;
And that's what` rather thou doft fear to do,

Than wifheft should be undone. Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my fpirits in thine ear,

And chaftife with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphyfic aid doth feem
To have thee crown'd withal.

Enter Meffenger.

What is your tidings?

Mef. The King comes here to-night.
Lady. Thou'rt mad to fay it.

Is not thy mafter with him? who, were't fo,

Would have inform'd for preparation.

Mef. 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 icarcely more

Than would make up his meffage.

Lady. Give him tending,

2 thus 3 that which

He

He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarfe,
[Exit Messenger!

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, all you fpirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unfex me here,
And fill me, from the crown to th' toe, top-full
Of direft cruelty; make thick my blood,
Stop up th' accefs and paffage to remorse,
That no compunctious vifitings of nature
Shake
my fell

fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Th' effect, and it! Come to my woman's breafts,
And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring minifters!
Where-ever in your fightlefs fubftances

You wait on nature's mifchief. Come, thick night!
And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell,
That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes,
Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry, Hold!" bold!

Enter Macbeth.

Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!

[Embracing him.

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !

Thy letters have tranfported me beyond
This ign'rant present time, and I feel now
The future in the instant.

Mach. Deareft love,

Duncan comes here to-night.

Lady. And when goes hence?

Mach. To-morrow, as he purposes.
Lady. Oh! never

Shall fun that morrow fee.

Your face, my Thane, is as a book, where men
May read strange 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 ferpent under't. He that's coming
Must be provided for; and you fhall put

This night's great bufinefs into my dispatch,
VOL. V.

Hh

Which

Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give folely fovereign fway and masterdom.
Mach. We will fpeak further.
Lady. Only look up clear:
To alter favour, ever, is to fear.

Leave all the rest to me.

Hautboys and Torches.

[Exeunt.

Enter King, Malcolm, Donal

bain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Roffe, Angus, and

Attendants.

His caftle hath a pleasant feat; the air

King-Ticably and fweetly recommends it felf

Unto our gentle fenfes.

Ban. This gueft of fummer,

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
By his lov❜d masonry, that heaven's breath

4/Smells fweet and wooingly here. No jutting frieze,
Buttrice, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird

Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd
The air is delicate.

"King.

Enter Lady Macbeth.

See! our honour'd hoftefs!

The love that follows us, fometimes is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
How you "'fhall bid Godild` us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.

Lady. All our fervice

In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and fingle bufinefs to contend

Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith

4. Smells wooingly s See, fee!

6 fhould bid god-eyld

Your