Or have we eaten of the insane root, Mach. Your children fhall be Kings. Mach. And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not fo? Roffe. The King hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth, To give thee, from our royal Mafter, thanks; Not pay thee. Roffe. And for an earneft of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:: In which Addition, hail, moft worthy Thane! For it is thine. Ban. What, can the Devil speak true? Why do you dress me in his borrow'd robes ? But under heavy judgment bears that life, This Paffage of Quality of laying to Sleep; or of driving into Madness, if a more than ordinary Quantity of them be taken. Boethius, I dare fay, our Poet had an Eye to : and, I think, it fairly accounts for his Mention of the infane Root. Combin'd Combin'd with Norway, or did line the Rebel Macb. Glamis and Thane of Cawdor! Afide. [To Angus. Do you not hope, your children fhall be Kings? [To Banquo. When thofe that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me, Ban. That, trufted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the Crown, In deepest confequence. Coufins, a word, I pray you. Mach. Two truths are told, [To Rofie and Angus. As happy prologues to the fwelling act Of the imperial theme. I thank you, gentlemen This fupernatural Solliciting Cannot be ill; cannot be good. — If ill, Why hath it giv'n me earnest of fuccess, [Afide. Are Are less than horrible Imaginings.] Macbeth, while he is projecting the Murder, which he afterwards puts in Execution, is thrown into the most agonizing Affright at the Profpect of it: which foon recovering from, thus he reasons on the Nature of his Disorder. But Imaginings are so far from being more or less than prefent Fears, that they are the fame Things under different Words. Shakespeare certainly wrote; -prefent Are lefs than horrible imaginings. My thought, whofe murther yet is but fantastical, But what is not. Ban. Look, how our Partner's rapt ! Macb. If Chance will have me King, why, Chance Ban. New Honours, come upon him, [Afide. Like our ftrange garments cleave not to their mould, Mach. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs thro' the roughest day. With things forgot. Kind gentlemen, your pains The leaf to read them Let us tow'rd the King; Think, upon what hath chanc'd; and at more time, [To Banquo. (The Interim having weigh'd it,) let us fpeak Our free hearts each to other. Ban. Very gladly. Macb. 'Till then, enough: come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Palace. Flourish. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lenox, and attendants. King.TS execution done on Cawdor yet? King-Is Or not those in commiffion yet return'd? e. When I come to execute this Murder, I fhall find it much lefs dreadful than my frighted Imagination now prefents it to A confideration drawn from the Nature of the Imagination. Mr. Warburton. me. Mal Mal. My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke King. There's no art, To find the mind's conftruction in the face: Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Roffe, and Angus. O worthieft Coufin! The fin of my ingratitude e'en now Was heavy on me. Thou'rt fo far before, To overtake thee. 'Would, thou'dft lefs deferv'd, Are to your Throne, and State, children and fervants ;, King. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour Ban. There if I grow, Wanton in fulness, feek to hide themselves In drops of forrow. Sons, kinfmen, Thanes, Our eldest Malcolm, whom we name hereafter But figns of Noblenefs, like ftars, fhall fhine On all defervers. And bind us further to you. Macb. The Reft is Labour, which is not us'd for you; I'll be my felf the harbinger, and make joyful The Hearing of my wife with your approach; King. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. The Prince of Cumberland! a step, On which I muft fall down, or elfe o'er-leap, [Afide. Let us after him, Whofe care is gone before to bid us welcome: It is a banquet to me. It is a peerless Kinfman.. [Exit. [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's 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 queftion them further, they made themfelves air, into which they vanish'd. While I ftood rapt in the wonder of it, came Miives from the King, who all hail'd me Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, thefe weird fifters faluted me, |