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No less to have done so, let me infold thee,
And hold thee to my


There if I grow,
The harvest is your own.
My plenteous joys,

Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.-Sóns, kinsmen, thanes,
And you whose places are the nearest, know,
We will establish our estate

Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
The prince of Cumberland : which honour must
Not, unaccompanied, inveft him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.--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.

My worthy Cawdor! Mach. The prince of Cumberland !- That is a step, On which I must fall down, or else o’er-leap, [Afde. For in my way it lies. Stars, hide


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 Eanquo; he is full so valiant;
And in his commendations I am fed ;
It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,

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

[Flourish. Exeunt.



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 perfeetest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burn'd in de fire to question tbem further, they made themselves-air, into which they venifb'd. Whiles I food rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-baild me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird fifters 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 might 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'It highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, And yet would'st wronglywin: thou’d'It have, great Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishefit should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour iny spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue 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.

Lady M.

Lady M.

Atten. The king comes here to-night.

Thou'rt mad to say it :
Is not thy master 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

his message.

Give him tending,
He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse,

[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 coinpunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless 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, To cry, Hold, bold !--Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor!


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

Lady M.

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

My deareft love,
Duncan comes here to-night.
Lady M.

And when goes hence ?
Macb. To-morrow,-as he purposes.

O, never Shall fun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange 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 serpent under it. He that's coming Must be provided for: and you


This night's great business into my despatch;
Which shall to all our nights and days to come
Give solely fovereign sway and masterdom.

Macb. We will fpeak further.
J.ady M.

Only look up clear;
To alter favour ever is to fear :
Leave all the rest to me.



The fame. Before the Cafle.

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.
This guest of summer,


Were poor

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his lov'd manfionry, 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,

Enter Lady MACBETH.

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

All our service
In every point twice done, and then done double,

and single business, to contend
Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith
Your majesty loads our house : For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits.

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 hostess,
We are your guest to-night.
Lady M.

Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.

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


Give me your

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