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Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen.
Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance
may crown me, Without
New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould, But with the aid of use. Macb.
Come what come may; Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macb. Give me your favour:7-my dull brain was
wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them.-Let us toward the king.
3 Encitement. 3 Temptation. 4 Firmly fixed. 5 The powers of action are oppressed by conjecture. • Time and opportunity.
Think upon what hath chanc'd: and, at more time,
Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONAL
BAIN, Lenox, and Attendants.
There's no art,
8 Owned, possessed. 9 We cannot construe the disposition of the mind by the lineaments of the face.
Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, Rosse, and ANGUS.
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe,
thing Safe toward your love and honour. Dun.
There if I grow,
My plenteous joys,
Not, unaccompanied, invest him only,
My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The prince of Cumberland! That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o'er-leap, [Aside. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your
fires ! Let not light see my black and deep desires : The
eye wink at the hand! yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit.
Dun. 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. Exeunt.
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
I Full as valiant as described.
2 The best intelligence. desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives 3 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 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
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,