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SCENE II.-A Camp near Fores. Alarum within. Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.
Dun. What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state.
This is the sergeant,
Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
Doubtful it stood;
As two spent swimmers, that do cling together,
The worthy thane of Rosse.
Len. What haste looks through his eyes! So
That seems to speak things strange.
Dun. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict;
Dun. Great happiness!
Sweno, the Norways' king craves composition;
Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest.-Go, pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.
Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath [Exeunt.
SCENE III-A Heath.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1st Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? 2nd Witch. Killing swine.
3rd Witch. Sister, where thou?
1st Witch. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her
And mounched, and mounched, and mounched:"Give me," quoth I:
"Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
2nd Witch. I'll give thee a wind.
1st Witch. Thou art kind.
3rd Witch. And I another.
Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear,
1st Witch. Hail!
2nd Witch. Hail!
3rd Witch. Hail!
1st Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2nd Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3rd Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou
So, all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
1st Witch. Banquo and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more!
By Sinel's death, I know I am thane of Glamis;
No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
As breath into the wind. 'Would they had stayed. Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten of the insane root,
Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so? Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here?
Enter Rosse and ANGUS.
Rosse. The King hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success: and when he reads
We are sent
To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
In deepest consequence.—
Cousins, a word, I pray you.
Cannot be ill cannot be good. If ill,
Ban. Look how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why chance
may crown me, Without my stir.
New honours come upon him Like our strange garments; cleave not to their mould
But with the aid of use.
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: my dull brain was wrought
With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
Are registered where every day I turn
The leaf to read them. Let us toward the King.
Macb. Till then enough.-Come, friends. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Fores. A Room in the Palace.
Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and Attendants.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet returned?
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face:
Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: Thou art so far before, That swiftest wing of recompense is slow To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved; That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! only I have left to say, More is thy due than more than all can pay. Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties and our duties Are, to your throne and state, children and
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter,
Macb. The rest is labour which is not used for you:
I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
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.
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.
SCENE V.-Inverness. A Room in MACBETH'S Castle.
Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter.
"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 desire to question them further, they made themselves-air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives 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
It is too full o' the milk of human kindness,
Art not without ambition; but without
The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And that which rather thou dost fear to do,
Enter an Attendant.
Atten. The King comes here to-night.
Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
Atten. So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:
One of my fellows had the speed of him ;
He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse