Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould MACB. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten. Where every day I turn the leaf to read them.— Let us toward the king. Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time, Our free hearts each to other. BAN. Very gladly. MACB. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and Attendants. DUN. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd? My liege, MAL. DUN. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.-O worthiest cousin! Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS The sin of my ingratitude even now That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd; Are to your throne and state, children and servants; DUN. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour BAN. The harvest is your own. DUN. My plenteous joys, Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine And bind us further to you. MACB. 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. DUN. My worthy Cawdor! MACB. [Aside.] The prince of Cumberland!-That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Dun. True, worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant; [Exit. It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle. Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter. LADY M. "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 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, To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great; The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst 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 pirits in thine ear; 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 an Attendant. ATTEND. The king comes here to-night. LADY M. Thou 'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, were 't so, Would have inform'd for preparation. ATTEND. 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 M. Give him tending, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse [Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! Enter MACBETH. Greater, than both, by the all-hail hereafter! The future in the instant. My dearest love, MACB. Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men This night's great business into my despatch; To alter favour ever is to fear: Only look up clear; Leave all the rest to me. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same. Before the Castle. Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants. DUN This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. BAN. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle: DUN. Enter LADY MACBETH. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, |