211In which addition, haile most worthy Thane,

212For it is thine.

213Banq. What, can the Deuill speake true?

214Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues:

215Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes?

216Ang. Who was the Thane, liues yet,

217But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life,

218Which he deserues to loose.

219Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway,

220Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe,

221And vantage; or that with both he labour'd

222In his Countreyes wracke, I know not:

223But Treasons Capitall, confess'd, and prou'd,

224Haue ouerthrowne him.

225Macb. Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:

226The greatest is behinde. Thankes for your paines.

227Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings,

228When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,

229Promis'd no lesse to them.

230Banq. That trusted home,

231Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne,

232Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:

233And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme,

234The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths,

235Winne vs with honest Trifles, to betray's

236In deepest consequence.

237Cousins, a word, I pray you.

238Macb. Two Truths are told,

239As happy Prologues to the swelling Act

240Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke you Gentlemen:

241This supernaturall solliciting

242Cannot be ill; cannot be good.

243If ill? why hath it giuen me earnest of successe,

244Commencing in a Truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.

245If good? why doe I yeeld to that suggestion,

246Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,

247And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes,

248Against the vse of Nature? Present Feares

249Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:

250My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,

251Shakes so my single state of Man,

252That Function is smother'd in surmise,

253And nothing is, but what is not.

254Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt.

255Macb. If Chance will haue me King,

256Why Chance may Crowne me,

257Without my stirre.

258Banq. New Honors come vpon him

259Like our strange Garments, cleaue not to their mould,

260But with the aid of vse.

261Macb. Come what come may,

262Time, and the Houre, runs through the roughest Day.

263Banq. Worthy Macbeth, wee stay vpon your ley-

264sure.

265Macb. Giue me your fauour:

266My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.

267Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are registred,

268Where euery day I turne the Leafe,

269To reade them.

270Let vs toward the King: thinke vpon

271What hath chanc'd: and at more time,

272The Interim hauing weigh'd it, let vs speake

273Our free Hearts each to other.

274Banq. Very gladly.

275Macb. Till then enough:

276Come friends. Exeunt.

280King. Is execution done on Cawdor?

281Or not those in Commission yet return'd?

282Mal. My Liege, they are not yet come back.

283But I haue spoke with one that saw him die:

284Who did report, that very frankly hee

285Confess'd his Treasons, implor'd your Highnesse Pardon,

286And set forth a deepe Repentance:

287Nothing in his Life became him,

288Like the leauing it. Hee dy'de,

289As one that had beene studied in his death,

290To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,

291As 'twere a carelesse Trifle.

292King. There's no Art,

293To finde the Mindes construction in the Face:

294He was a Gentleman, on whom I built

295An absolute Trust.

297O worthyest Cousin,

298The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now

299Was heauie on me. Thou art so farre before,

300That swiftest Wing of Recompence is slow,

301To ouertake thee. Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,

302That the proportion both of thanks, and payment,

303Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,

304More is thy due, then more then all can pay.

305Macb. The seruice, and the loyaltie I owe,

306In doing it, payes it selfe.

307Your Highnesse part, is to receiue our Duties:

308And our Duties are to your Throne, and State,

309Children, and Seruants; which doe but what they should,

310By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue

311And Honor.

312King. Welcome hither:

313I haue begun to plant thee, and will labour

314To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,

315That hast no lesse deseru'd, nor must be knowne

316No lesse to haue done so: Let me enfold thee,

317And hold thee to my Heart.

318Banq. There if I grow,

319The Haruest is your owne.

320King. My plenteous Ioyes,

321Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselues

322In drops of sorrow. Sonnes, Kinsmen, Thanes,

323And you whose places are the nearest, know,

324We will establish our Estate vpon

325Our eldest, Malcolme, whom we name hereafter,

326The Prince of Cumberland: which Honor must

327Not vnaccompanied, inuest him onely,

328But signes of Noblenesse, like Starres, shall shine

329On all deseruers. From hence to Envernes,

330And binde vs further to you.

331Macb. The Rest is Labor, which is not vs'd for you:

332Ile be my selfe the Herbenger, and make ioyfull

333The hearing of my Wife, with your approach:

334So humbly take my leaue.

335King. My worthy Cawdor.

336Macb. The Prince of Cumberland: that is a step,

337On which I must fall downe, or else o're-leape,

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