Is execution done on Cawdor? 281Are not

1.4.2Those in commission yet returned?

Those in commission yet returned? My liege,

1.4.3They are not yet come back; 283but I have spoke

1.4.4With one that saw him die, 284who did report

1.4.5That very frankly he 285confessed his treasons,

1.4.6Implored your highness' pardon, 286and set forth

1.4.7A deep repentance. 287Nothing in his life

1.4.8Became him 288like the leaving it: he died

1.4.9289As one that had been studied in his death

1.4.10290To throw away the dearest thing he owed

1.4.11291As 'twere a careless trifle.

As 'twere a careless trifle. There's no art

1.4.12293To find the mind's construction in the face.

1.4.13294He was a gentleman on whom I built

1.4.14295An absolute trust.

An absolute trust. 297O worthiest cousin,

1.4.15298The sin of my ingratitude even now

1.4.16299Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before

1.4.17300That swiftest wing of recompense is slow

1.4.18301To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,

1.4.19302That the proportion both of thanks and payment

1.4.20303Might have been mine. Only I have left to say,

1.4.21304More is thy due than more than all can pay.

The service, and the loyalty I owe

1.4.23306In doing it, pays itself. 307Your highness' part

1.4.24Is to receive our duties, 308and our duties

1.4.25Are to your throne and state, 309children and servants,

1.4.26Which do but what they should 310by doing everything

1.4.27Safe toward your love 311and honor.

Safe toward your love and honor. Welcome hither:

1.4.28313I have begun to plant thee, and will labor

1.4.29314To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,

1.4.30315That hast no less deserved, nor must be known

1.4.31316No less to have done so. Let me enfold thee

1.4.32317And hold thee to my heart.

And hold thee to my heart. There if I grow,

1.4.33319The harvest is your own.

The harvest is your own. My plenteous joys,

1.4.34321Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves

1.4.35322In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

1.4.36323And you whose places are the nearest, know

1.4.37324We will establish our estate upon

1.4.38325Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter

1.4.39326The Prince of Cumberland, which honor must

1.4.40327Not unaccompanied invest him only,

1.4.41328But signs of nobleness like stars shall shine

1.4.42329On all deservers. [To Macbeth] From hence to Inverness

1.4.43330And bind us further to you.

The rest is labor which is not used for you.

1.4.45332I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful

1.4.46333The hearing of my wife with your approach.

1.4.47334So humbly take my leave.

So humbly take my leave. My worthy Cawdor.

[Aside] The Prince of Cumberland--that is a step

1.4.49337On which I must fall down or else o'erleap,

1.4.50338For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires,

1.4.51339Let not light see my black and deep desires;

1.4.52340The eye wink at the hand--yet let that be

1.4.53341Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

True, worthy Banquo, he is full so valiant,

1.4.55343And in his commendations, I am fed;

1.4.56344It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,

1.4.57345Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.

1.4.58346It is a peerless kinsman.