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King. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
And in his Commendations I am fed;
It is a Banquet to me, let's after him,
Whose care is gone before, to bid us welcome :
It is a peerless Kinsman.
[Exeunt. SCENE V. An Apartment
Apartment in Mackbeth's
Castle. Enter Lady Mackbeth alone with a Letter: Lady. They met me in the Day of Success; and I have learn'd by the perfect st Report, they have more in them, than mortal Knowledge. Wnen I burnt in desire to question them further, they made themselves Air, into which they vani shod. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Misives from the King, who all, haild me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title before, these wayward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to the coming en of time, with hail King that shalt be. This have I thought good to deliver thee (my dearest partner of Greatness) that thout mightft not lose the dues of rejoycing by being ignorant of what Greatness is promis d'thee. Lay it to thy Heart, and farewel. Glamis thou art, and Cawdore and shalt be What thou art promis’d. Yet I do fear thy Nature, It is too full oth' Milk of human Kindness, To catch the nearest way.
Thou wouldst be great, Art not without Ambition, but without The Illness should attend it. What thou wouldft highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yer wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst 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, That I may pour my Spirits in thine Ear, And chastise with the Valour of my Tongue All that thee hinders from the Golden Round, Which Fate and Metaphysical aid doch seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Enter Messenger. What is your Tidings?
Mes. The King comes here to Night,
Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it.
Is not thy Master with him who, wer't so,
Would have inform'd for Preparation.
Mes. 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,
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my Battlements. Come you Spirits,
That tend on mortal Thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the Crown to the Toe, top-full
Of direst Cruelty; make thick my Blood,
Stop up the access and passage to Remorse,
That no compun&ious visitings of Nature
Shake my fell Purpose, nor keep Peace between
Th'effect, and it. Come to my Woman's Breasts,
And take my Milk for Gall, you murth’ring Ministers;
Where-ever in your fightless Substances,
You wait on Nature's Mischief. Come, thick Night,
And pall thee in the dunnest Smoak of Hell,
That my keen Knife see not the wound it makes,
Nor Heav'n peep through the Blanket of the dark,
To cry, hold, hold.
Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! [Embracing him, 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.
Macb. My deareft Love,
Duncan comes here to Night.
Lady. And when goes hence ?
Macb. To Morrow, as he purposes.
Lady. O never,
Shall sun that Morrow see.
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 Serpent under't. He that's coming,
Must be provided for ; and you
This Night's great Business into my dispatch,
Which Mall to all our Nights and Days to come,
Give solely sovereign Sway and Masterdom.
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady. Only look up clear : To alter Favour ever is to fear. Leave all the rest to me.
SCENE IV. The Castle Gate.
Hautboys and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain,
Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
King. This Castle hath a pleasaot Seat ; the Air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends it felf
Unto our gentle Senses.
Ban. This Guest of Summer,
The Temple-haunting Martlet does approve,
By his lov'd Mansonry, that the Heav'n's breath,
Smells wooingly here. No jutty frieze,
Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
Hath made this pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle:
Where they most breed, and haunt, I have observod,
The Air is delicate.
King. See! see, our honour'd Hostess!
The Love that follows us, sometime is our Trouble,
Which ftill we thank as Love. Hereio I teach you,
How you shall bid god-eyld us for your Pains,
And thank us for your Trouble. .
Lady. All our Service,
In every point twice done, and then done double,
Were poor, 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
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor ?
We courst him at the Heels, and had a purpose
To be his Purveyor: But he rides well,
And his great Love, sharp as his Spur, hath holp him
To his home before us : Fair and noble Hoftels,
We are your Guest to Night.
Lady. 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.
King. Give me your Hand;
Conduđ me to mine Hoft, we love him highly,
And shall continue our Graces towards him.
By your leave, Hostessi
SCENE VII. An Apartment. Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers Servants with Dishes and
Service over the Stage. Then Macbeth.
Macb. If it were done, when 'cis done, then 'cwere well,
It were done quickly ; if the Assassination
Could trammel up the Consequence, and catch
With his surcease, Success; that but this blow
Might be the be all, and the end all Here,
But here, upon this Bank and School of time
Weld jump the Life to come. But in these Cafes,
We still have Judgment here, that we but teach
Bloody Instructions, which being taught, return
To plague th’ingredience of our poisond Chalice
To our own Lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subject,
Strong both against the Deed; then, as his Host,
Who should against his Murtherer shut the Door,
Not bear the Knife my self. Besides, this Duncan,
Hath born his Faculty fo meek; hath been
So clear in his great Office, that his Virtues
Will plead like Angels, Trumpet tongu'd against
The deep Damnation of his taking off :
And Piry, like a naked New-born Babe,
Striding the Blast, or Heavens Cherubin, hors'd
Upon the sightless Curriers of the Air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every Eye,
That Tears shall drown the Wind. I have no Spur
To prick the sides of my Intent, but only
Vaulting Ambition, which o'er-leaps it self,
And falls on th'other
How now? What News ?
Lady. He has almost sup'd; why have you left the Chamber?
Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Lady. Know you not, he has ?
Macb. We will proceed no further in this Business.
He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought
Golden Opinions from all sorts of People,
Which would be worn now in their newest Gloss,
Not cast aside so soon."
Lady. Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dreft your self ? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now to look so green and pale,
At what it did so freely ? From this time,
Such I account thy love. Art thou afraid
To be the same in thine own Act, and Valour,
As thou art in defire ? wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
And live a Coward in thine own Esteem ?
Letting I dare not, wait upon I would,
Like the poor Cat i'th' Adage.
Macb. Prethee, Peace :
I dare do all that may become a Man ;
Who dares do more is none.
Lady. What Beast was't then,
That made you break this enterprize to me?
When you durst do it, then you were a Man;
And to be more than what you were, you
Be so much more the Man. Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both :
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
Do's unmake you. I have given Suck, and know
How tender 'iis to love the Babe that milks me -..
I would, while it was smiliog in my Face,
Have pluckt my Nipple from his boneless Gums,