The Tragedy Of Macbeth

1 Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox and Attendants.
2 DUNCAN.
3 Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
4 Those in commission yet return’d?
5 MALCOLM.
6 My liege,
7 They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
8 With one that saw him die, who did report,
9 That very frankly he confess’d his treasons,
10 Implor’d your Highness’ pardon, and set forth
11 A deep repentance. Nothing in his life
12 Became him like the leaving it; he died
13 As one that had been studied in his death,
14 To throw away the dearest thing he ow’d
15 As ’twere a careless trifle.
16 DUNCAN.
17 There’s no art
18 To find the mind’s construction in the face:
19 He was a gentleman on whom I built
20 An absolute trust.
21 Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross and Angus.
22 O worthiest cousin!
23 The sin of my ingratitude even now
24 Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before,
25 That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
26 To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserv’d;
27 That the proportion both of thanks and payment
28 Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
29 More is thy due than more than all can pay.
30 MACBETH.
31 The service and the loyalty I owe,
32 In doing it, pays itself. Your Highness’ part
33 Is to receive our duties: and our duties
34 Are to your throne and state, children and servants;
35 Which do but what they should, by doing everything
36 Safe toward your love and honour.
37 DUNCAN.
38 Welcome hither:
39 I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
40 To make thee full of growing.—Noble Banquo,
41 That hast no less deserv’d, nor must be known
42 No less to have done so, let me infold thee
43 And hold thee to my heart.
44 BANQUO.
45 There if I grow,
46 The harvest is your own.
47 DUNCAN.
48 My plenteous joys,
49 Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
50 In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
51 And you whose places are the nearest, know,
52 We will establish our estate upon
53 Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter
54 The Prince of Cumberland: which honour must
55 Not unaccompanied invest him only,
56 But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
57 On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness,
58 And bind us further to you.
59 MACBETH.
60 The rest is labour, which is not us’d for you:
61 I’ll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
62 The hearing of my wife with your approach;
63 So, humbly take my leave.
64 DUNCAN.
65 My worthy Cawdor!
66 MACBETH.
67 [_Aside._] The Prince of Cumberland!—That is a step
68 On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap,
69 For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires!
70 Let not light see my black and deep desires.
71 The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be,
72 Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
73 [_Exit._]
74 DUNCAN.
75 True, worthy Banquo! He is full so valiant;
76 And in his commendations I am fed.
77 It is a banquet to me. Let’s after him,
78 Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
79 It is a peerless kinsman.
80 [_Flourish. Exeunt._]