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