Act I, Scene 4
Forres. A room in the palace.
- Flourish. Enter King Duncan, Lennox, Malcolm, Donalbain, and
Duncan1 - 2
- Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
- Those in commission yet return’d?
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- 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,
- Implor’d your Highness’ pardon, and set forth
- A deep repentance. Nothing in his life
- Became him like the leaving it. He died
- As one that had been studied in his death,
- To throw away the dearest thing he ow’d,
- As ’twere a careless trifle.
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- There’s no art
- To find the mind’s construction in the face:
- He was a gentleman on whom I built
- 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 swiftest wing of recompense is slow
- To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserv’d,
- That the proportion both of thanks and payment
- Might have been mine! Only I have left to say,
- More is thy due than more than all can pay.
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- 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 honor.
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- Welcome hither!
- I have begun to plant thee, and will labor
- To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
- That hast no less deserv’d, nor must be known
- No less to have done so, let me infold thee
- And hold thee to my heart.
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- There if I grow,
- The harvest is your own.
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- My plenteous joys,
- Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
- In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
- And you whose places are the nearest, know
- We will establish our estate upon
- Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
- The Prince of Cumberland; which honor must
- Not unaccompanied invest him only,
- But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
- On all deservers. From hence to Enverness,
- And bind us further to you.
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- The rest is labor, which is not us’d for you.
- I’ll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
- The hearing of my wife with your approach;
- So humbly take my leave.
- My worthy Cawdor!
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- The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step
- On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap,
- For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires,
- Let not light see my black and deep desires;
- The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be
- Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
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- True, worthy Banquo! He is full so valiant,
- And in his commendations I am fed;
- It is a banquet to me. Let’s after him,
- Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
- It is a peerless kinsman.
- Flourish. Exeunt.