No lefs to have done fo, let me infold thee,

And hold thee to my heart.*

Ban.

The harveft is your own.

There if I grow,

Dun.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of forrow.-Sóns, kinfmen, thanes,
And you whofe places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate upon

Our eldeft, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
The prince of Cumberland: which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, inveft him only,

But figns of nobleness, like ftars, fhall fhine

On all defervers. From hence to Inverness,
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!

Mach. 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!
Let not light fee my black and deep defires:

[Afide.

The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,

Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

[Exit.

Dun. True, worthy Eanquo; he is full fo valiant;

And in his commendations I am fed;

It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,

Whofe are is gone before to bid us welcome :
It is a peerless kinsman.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE V.

Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle.

Enter Lady MACBETH, reading a letter.

Lady M.-They met me in the day of fuccefs; and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burn'd in defire to question them further, they made themselves—air, into which they vanifb'd. Whiles I flood rapt in the wonder of it, came miffives from the king, who all-bail'd me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, thefe weird fifters faluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with, Hail, king that fhalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness: that thou might'ft not lofe 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 fhalt 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 neareft way: Thou would't 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'ft wronglywin: thou'd'ft have, great Glamis,
That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ;
And that which rather thou doft fear to do,

Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither,

That I may pour any fpirits in thine ear;
And cháftife with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphyfical aid doth feem

To have thee crown'd withal. What is your tidings?

Enter

Enter an Attendant.

Atten. The king comes here to-night.

Lady M.

Thou'rt mad to fay it:

Is not thy mafter with him? who, wer't so,

Would have inform'd for preparation.

Atten. 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.

Give him tending,

Lady M.
He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarfe,

[Exit Attendant,

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direft cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse ;
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breafts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minifters,
Wherever in your fightless substances

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
Tọ cry, Hold, bold !- -Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!

Enter MACBETH.

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
Thy letters have transported me beyond

This ignorant present, and I feel now
The future in the instant.

Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men
May read ftrange matters :-To beguile the time,
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower,
But be the ferpent under it. He that's coming
Must be provided for: and you shall put

This night's great business into my despatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give folely fovereign fway and mafterdom.

Macb. We will speak further.

Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.

Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENOX, MACDUFF, ROSSE, ANGUS, and Attendants.

Dun. This caftle hath a pleasant seat; the air

Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

Unto our gentle senses.

Ban.

This guest of fummer,

The

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,

By his lov'd 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 observ'd, the air
Is delicate.

Dun.

Enter Lady MACBETH.

See, fee! our honour'd hoftefs!
The love that follows us, fometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,
How you fhall bid God yield us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.

Lady M.
All our fervice
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor and fingle business, to contend
Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith
Your majesty loads our houfe: For thofe of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We reft your hermits.

Dun.

Where's the thane of Cawdor?

We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose

To be his purveyor: but he rides well;

And his great love, sharp as his fpur, hath holp him
To his home before us: Fair and noble hoftefs,

We are your guest to-night.

Lady M.

Your fervants ever

Have theirs, themfelves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,

Still to return your own.

Dun.

Give me your hand:

Conduct me to mine hoft; we love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt.

SCENE