coming on of time, with-Hail, king that shalt be! ture; It is too full o'the milk of human kindness, The illness should attend it. What thou would'st highly, That would'st thou holily; would'st not play false, Glamis, That which cries, Thus thou must do, if thou have it; 1 tidings? Enter an Attendant. Atten. The king comes here to-night. Thou'rt mad to say it: Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so, Atten. So please you, it is true; our thane is coming: One of my fellows had the speed of him; Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Than would make up his message. Lady M. Give him tending, He brings great news. The raven himself is hoarse, [Exit Attendant. That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan ters, Wherever in your sightless substances That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Cawdor! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! The future in the instant. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? O, never Mac. To-morrow, -as he purposes. Lady M. Shall sun that morrow see! Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters:-To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. He that's coming Mac. We will speak further. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants. Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself This guest of summer, Unto our gentle senses. The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, they Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Dun. Enter Lady Macbeth. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady M. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Were poor and single business, to contend Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith Your majesty loads our house: For those of old, And the late dignities heap'd up to them, We rest your hermits. Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him We are your guest to-night. Lady M. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Dun. Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, And shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess. SCENE VII. [Ereunt. THE SAME. A ROOM IN THE CASTLE. Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the stage, a sewer, and divers servants with dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth. Mac. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination |