I Witch. Hail ! 2 Witch. 3 Witch. Hail! Hail! I Witch. Lesser than Macbeth, and greater. 2 Witch. Not so happy, yet much happier. 3 Witch. Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo! I Witch. Banquo, and Macbeth, all hail! Macb. Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more: By Sinel's death, I know I am thane of Glamis; But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives, A prosperous gentleman; and, to be king, has, And these are of them: whither are they vanish'd? Macb. Into the air: and what seem'd corporal, melted As breath into the wind.-'Would they had stay'd! Ban. Were such things here as we do speak about? Or have we eaten on the insane root, That takes the reason prisoner? Macb. Your children shall be kings. You shall be king. Macb. And thane of Cawdor too; went it not so ? Ban. To the self-same tune, and words. Who's here? Enter ROSSE and ANGUS. Rosse. The king hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy success: and when he reads that, silenced with In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day, Came post with post; and every one did bear Ang. We are sent, To give thee, from our royal master, thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, not pay thee. Rosse. And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane ! Ban. [aside.] What, can the devil speak true? In borrow'd robes ? Ang. Who was the thane, lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Whether he was combined with those of Norway; And vantage; or that with both he labour'd In his country's wreck, I know not; Macb. [aside.] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor: The greatest is behind.-[To ROSSE and ANGUS.] Thanks for your pains.— [To BAN.] Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me, Promised no less to them? Ban. That, trusted home, Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange : In deepest consequence.- Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.-I thank you, gentle men. [Aside.] This supernatural soliciting My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. [aside.] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Ban. New honours come upon him; day. Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Mach. Give me your favour : My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains are register'd Where every day I turn the leaf to read them.Let us toward the king. [To BAN.] Think upon what hath chanced; and, at more time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak Ban. Very gladly. Macb. Till then, enough.-Come, friends. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Forres. A Room in the Palace. Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENOX, and Attendants. Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet return'd? Mal. My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die: who did report, That very frankly he confess'd his treasons; Dun. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: An absolute trust. Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSSE, and ANGUS. O, worthiest cousin! The sin of my ingratitude even now Was heavy on me: thou art so far before, That the proportion both of thanks and payment Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part Is to receive our duties and our duties Are, to your throne and state, children and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing every thing Safe toward your love and honour. Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing.-Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me enfold thee, And hold thee to my heart. |