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Macbeth's Castle, at Inverness.
Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a Letter.
Lady. They met me in the day of success;
and I have learn'd 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, 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 might est not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd 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,
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
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
What is your tidings?
Sey. The king comes here to-night.
Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it:
Sey. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:
Lady. Give him tending,
The raven himself is hoarse,
Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy letters have transported me beyond
Macb. My dearest love,
Lady. And when goes hence?
Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes.
Lady. O, never
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt.
The Gates of Inverness Castle.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
Enter King Duncan, Banquo, Malcolm, DoNalbain, Macduff, Lenox, Rosse, and AtTendants.
King. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the Heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty frieze, 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 honour'd hostess!
The love, that follows us, sometime is our trouble,
Lady. All our service
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
Lady. Your servants ever
King. Give me your hand;
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. —Exeunt.
Macbeth's Castle at Inverness.
Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well' It were done quickly, if the assassination l Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his success, surcease,/—That but this blow Might be the be-all, and the end-all, here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of-time !— We'd jump the life to come.—But, in these cases, We still have judgment here, that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.—He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.—Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongu'd, against The deep damnation of his taking-off:— .
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Enter Lady Macbeth.
Lady. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left
the chamber? Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?