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No less to have done so, let me infold thee,
There if I grow,
Macb. The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you:
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
Dun. True, worthy Eanquo; he is full so valiant;
tare is gone before to bid us welcome : It is a peerless kinsman.
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.
Atten. The king comes here to-night.
Thou'rt mad to say it :
Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming :
Give him tending,
[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!
This ignorant present, and I feel now
My deareft love,
And when goes hence ?
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
Macb. We will fpeak further.
Only look up clear;
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
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
Enter Lady MACBETH.
See, fee! our honour'd hoftefs !
All our service
and single business, to contend
Where's the thane of Cawdor?
Your servants ever
Give me your