That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; King. There's no art, To find the mind's construction in the face : An absolute trust. Enter MACDUFF, MACBETH, BANQUO, and LENOX. O, worthiest cousin! The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, To overtake thee. 'Would thou hadst less deserv'd; Are to your throne and state, children, and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Safe toward your love and honour. I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Ban. There if I grow, King. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fullness, 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 us'd for you: 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'er-leap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! [Aside. [Exit MACBETH. King. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant: And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me. Let us after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome; It is a peerless kinsman. [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 learn'd by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burn'd in desire to question them further, they made themselves—air, into which they vanish'd. 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 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 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, 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 Than would make up his message. 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, To cry, " 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! purposes. 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: [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 |