338For in my way it lyes. Starres hide your fires,

339Let not Light see my black and deepe desires:

340The Eye winke at the Hand; yet let that bee,

341Which the Eye feares, when it is done to see. Exit.

342King. True worthy Banquo: he is full so valiant,

343And in his commendations, I am fed:

344It is a Banquet to me. Let's after him,

345Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:

346It is a peerelesse Kinsman. Flourish. Exeunt.

349Lady. They met me in the day of successe: and I haue

350learn'd by the perfect'st report, they haue more in them, then

351mortall knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them

352further, they made themselues Ayre, into which they vanish'd.

353Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Missiues from

354the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title

355before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to

356the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be. This

357haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of

358Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing

359by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee. Lay

360it to thy heart, and farewell.

361Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be

362What thou art promis'd: yet doe I feare thy Nature,

363It is too full o'th' Milke of humane kindnesse,

364To catch the neerest way. Thou would'st be great,

365Art not without Ambition, but without

366 The illnesse should attend it. What thou would'st highly,

367That would'st thou holily: would'st not play false,

368And yet would'st wrongly winne.

369Thould'st haue, great Glamys, that which cryes,

370Thus thou must doe, if thou haue it;

371And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe,

372Then wishest should be vndone. High thee hither,

373That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare,

374And chastise with the valour of my Tongue

375All that impeides thee from the Golden Round,

376Which Fate and Metaphysicall ayde doth seeme

377To haue thee crown'd withall. Enter Messenger.

378What is your tidings?

379Mess. The King comes here to Night.

380Lady. Thou'rt mad to say it.

381Is not thy Master with him? who, wer't so,

382Would haue inform'd for preparation.

383Mess. So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming:

384One of my fellowes had the speed of him;

385Who almost dead for breath, had scarcely more

386Then would make vp his Message.

387Lady. Giue him tending,

388He brings great newes. Exit Messenger.

389The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,

390That croakes the fatall entrance of Duncan

391Vnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,

392That tend on mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,

393And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top-full

394Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,

395Stop vp th'accesse, and passage to Remorse,

396That no compunctious visitings of Nature

397Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweene

398Th'effect, and hit. Come to my Womans Brests,

399And take my Milke for Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,

400Where-euer, in your sightlesse substances,

401You wait on Natures Mischiefe. Come thick Night,

402And pall thee in the dunnest smoake of Hell,

403That my keene Knife see not the Wound it makes,

404Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,

405To cry, hold, hold. Enter Macbeth.

406Great Glamys, worthy Cawdor,

407Greater then both, by the all-haile hereafter,

408Thy Letters haue transported me beyond

409This ignorant present, and I feele now

410The future in the instant.

411Macb. My dearest Loue,

412Duncan comes here to Night.

413Lady. And when goes hence?

414Macb. To morrow, as he purposes.

415Lady. O neuer,

416Shall Sunne that Morrow see.

417Your Face, my Thane, is as a Booke, where men

418May reade strange matters, to beguile the time.

419Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,

420Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th'innocent flower,

421But be the Serpent vnder't. He that's comming,

422Must be prouided for: and you shall put

423This Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,

424Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,

425Giue solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome.

426Macb. We will speake further.

427Lady. Onely looke vp cleare:

428To alter fauor, euer is to feare:

429Leaue all the rest to me. Exeunt.

434King. This Castle hath a pleasant seat,

435The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe

436Vnto our gentle sences.

437Banq. This Guest of Summer,

438The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,

439By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath

440Smells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze,

441Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird

442Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,

443Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd

444The ayre is delicate. Enter Lady.

445King. See, see, our honor'd Hostesse:

446The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble,

447Which still we thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,

448How you shall bid God-eyld vs for your paines,

449And thanke vs for your trouble.

450Lady. All our seruice,

451In euery point twice done, and then done double,

452Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend

453Against those Honors deepe, and broad,

454Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:

455For those of old, and the late Dignities,

456Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites.