Became him like the leaving it. He dy'd, King. There's no art, To find the mind's conftruction in the face: An abfolute truft. Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Roffe, and Angus. O worthieft cousin! The fin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me. Thou art fo far before; The swifteft wing of recompence is flow, To overtake thee. Would, thou hadft lefs deferv'd, Might have been mine! Only I have left to say, More is thy due, than more than all can pay. In doing it pays itfelf. Your Highness' part Are to your throne and ftate, children and fervants; King. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour cW. own'd for ørv'd; but Shakespeare uses them both in the fame sense. d H. reads, O my most worthy coufin. H. reads, More is thy due, eu'n more than all can pay. C f So all before H. who reads Shap'd for Safe; W. Fief'd; T. propofes, Fiefs; Heath, Serves; J. — in doing ho:bing, fave toward your love, &c. W. life for loves To To make thee full of growing. Noble Banque, Ban. There if I grow, The harveft is your own. King. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, feek to hide themselves k 2 But figns of nobleness, like ftars, fhall fhine And bind us further to you. Mac. The reft is labour, which is not us'd for King. My worthy Cawdor! you: Mac. The prince of Cumberland!-That is a ftep [Afide. On which I muft fall down, or else o'er-leap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires! King. True, worthy Banque; he is full fo valiant, It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: It is a peerless kinsman. LExit. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE VII. An apartment in Macbeth's Caftle at Inverness. Enter Lady Macbeth alone, with a letter. Lady. They met me in the day of fuccefs; and I have learn'd by the perfecteft report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burnt in defire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanish'd." Whiles m H. no for Not. W. Night for ligbe. • H. be is full of valour, &c. PP. and all after, Let us for Let's. in the fo's; R. first gives the above, except the words, at Inverness, which are added by P. t The fo's, Macbeth's wife. ↑ The 3 laft fő's, P. H. and C. omitu W. the perfected report, e. the I ftood rapt in the wonder of it, came miffives from the king, who all-hail'd me, Thane of Cawdor; by which title, bež fore, thefe weird fifters faluted me, and referr'd me to the coming on of time, with Hail king that fhall be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my deareft partner of greatness, that thou might'ft not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promis'd thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewel.. Glamis thou art, and Cawdor-and fhalt be What thou art promis'd. Yet do I fear thy nature; To catch the nearest way. Art not without ambition; Thou would'st be great; but without The illness should attend it. What thou would'ft highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, And yet would'ft wrongly win; thou'dft have, great Glamis, ♪ And that which rather thou doft fear to do, And chaftife with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, > The 3 laft. fo's and R. all bil'd That which, if thou wouldst have it, Which fate and metaphyfical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal. What is your tidings? Enter Messenger. Mel. The king comes here to-night. Lady. Thou 'rt mad to say it. Is not thy mafter with him? who, were 't so, Would have inform'd for preparation. Mef. 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 meffage. Lady. Give him tending; That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan m peace between Come to my woman's breafts, |