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[Inverness. Macbeths castle] Enter LADY MACBETH, alone, with a letter Lady M. [Reads.] They met me in the day of success; and I have learnd by the perfectst report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burnd in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanishd. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the King, who all-haild me Thane of Cawdor; by which title, before, these weird sisters 1 saluted me, and referrd me to the coming on of time, with Hail, King that shalt be! This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promisd thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. | |
| Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be | |
| What thou art promisd. Yet do I fear thy nature; | |
| It is too full o the milk of human kindness | 4 |
| To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, | |
| Art not without ambition, but without | |
| The illness 2 should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, | |
| That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, | 8 |
| And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou dst have, great Glamis, | |
| That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; | |
| And that which rather thou dost fear to do | |
| Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither | 12 |
| That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, | |
| And chastise with the valour of my tongue | |
| All that impedes thee from the golden round 3 | |
| Which fate and metaphsical 4 aid doth seem | 16 |
| To have thee crownd withal. | |
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Enter a Messenger What is your tidings? | |
| Mess. The King comes here to-night. | |
| Lady M. Thou rt mad to say it! | 20 |
| Is not thy master with him? who, were t so, | |
| Would have informd for preparation. | |
| Mess. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming. | |
| One of my fellows had the speed of him, | 24 |
| Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more | |
| Than would make up his message. | |
| Lady M. Give him tending; Exit Messenger. | |
| He brings great news. | 28 |
| The raven himself is hoarse | |
| That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan | |
| Under my battlements. Come, you spirits | |
| That tend on mortal 5 thoughts, unsex me here, | 32 |
| And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full | |
| Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood; | |
| Stop up the access and passage to remorse, 6 | |
| That no compunctious visitings of nature 7 | 36 |
| Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between | |
| The effect and it! Come to my womans breasts | |
| And take 8 my milk for gall, you murdring ministers, | |
| Wherever in your sightless 9 substances | 40 |
| You wait on natures mischief! Come, thick night, | |
| And pall 10 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, | |
| That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, | |
| Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark | 44 |
| To cry, Hold, hold! | |
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Enter MACBETH Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! | |
| Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! | |
| Thy letters have transported me beyond | 48 |
| This ignorant present, and I feel now | |
| The future in the instant. | |
| Macb. My dearest love, | |
| Duncan comes here to-night. | 52 |
| Lady M. And when goes hence? | |
| Macb. To-morrow, as he purposes. | |
| Lady M. O, never | |
| Shall sun that morrow see! | 56 |
| Your face, my thane, is as a book where men | |
| May read strange matters. To beguile the time, 11 | |
| Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, | |
| Your hand, your tongue; look like the innocent flower, | 60 |
| But be the serpent under t. He thats coming | |
| Must be provided for; and you shall put | |
| This nights great business into my dispatch, | |
| Which shall to all our nights and days to come | 64 |
| Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. | |
| Macb. We will speak further. | |
| Lady M. Only look up clear; | |
| To alter favour 12 ever is to fear. | 68 |
| Leave all the rest to me. Exeunt. | |