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And in his commendations I am fed ;
(Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt, R. SCENE V.Macbeth's Castle at Inverness.
Enter Lady Macbeth, R., reading a Letter. Lady M.-" 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 farther, 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 furewell.” Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promised !-Yet do 1 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'st highly, That would'st thou holily; would’st not play false, And yet would’st wrongly win : thou’dst have, great Gla
mis, 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 impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crowned withal.
Enter SEYTON, L. What is your tidings?
Sey. The King comes here to-night.
Lady M. Thou'rt mad to say it!
Sey. So please you, it is true: our Thane is coming :
his message. Lady M. Give him tending He brings great news.
[Exit Seyton, L..
purpose; nor keep pace between
keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, “Hold, hold!"
Enter MACBETH, L.
Macb. My dearest love,
Lady M. And when goes hence ?
Lady M. Oh, never
Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower,
He that's coming
Macb. We will speak further.
Lady M. Only look up clear; To alter favour ever is to fear: Leave all the rest to me.
(Exeunt, R. Scene VI.—The Gates of Inverness Castle.-Flourish of
Trumpets and Drums.
MACDUPF, LENOx, Rosse, and ATTENDANTS, R.
Ban. This guest of summer,
shall bid Heaven yield us for your pains, And thank us for your
Coigne, (Fr.) a corner
King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor ?
Lady M. Your servants ever
King. Give me your hand;
(Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt through
the Castle Gates.
SCENE VII.- Macbeth's Castle at Inverness.
Enter MACBETH, R. Mach. If it 'were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere
up the consequence, and catch
I have no spur
Enter Lady MACBETH, R.
Lady M. Was the hope drunk
Lady M. What beast was it, then, That made
break the enterprise to me? When
durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more than man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums, And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn As you
have done to this !