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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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.