King. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine Macb. The rest is labour, which is not used for I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful King. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The Prince of Cumberland!-That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, [Aside. It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt. SCENE V. MACBETH'S Castle, at Inverness. Enter LADY MACBETH, reading 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 burned in desire to question them further, they made them selves-air, into which they vanished. 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 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 promised :-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, 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; 2 And chastise with the valour of my tongue Enter SEYTon. What is your tidings? Sey. The king comes here to-night. Is not thy master with him? who, were't so, Sey. 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 Lady. Give him tending, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, [Exit SEYTON. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, all you spirits You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have transported me beyond Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men But be the serpent under it. He that's coming To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The Gates of Inverness Castle. Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. Enter KING DUNCAN, BANQUO, MALCOLM, DoNALBAIN, MACDUFF, LENOX, Rosse, and AT TENDANTS. King. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate. Enter LADY MACBETH, SEYTON, and two Ladies. King. See, see! our honoured hostess ! The love, that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How shall bid Heaven yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. you Lady. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, We rest your hermits. King. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him Lady. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, King. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt. |