The Tragedie of Macbeth.For in my way it lyes. Starres hide your fires,Let not Light see my black and deepe desires:The Eye winke at the Hand: yet let that bee,Which the Eye feares, when it is done to see.Exit.King.
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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 vs welcome:It is a peerelesse Kinsman.Flourish. Exeunt.
Scena Quinta.
[Act 1, Scene 5]
Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter.Lady.
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They met me in the day of successe: and I haue
learn'd by the perfect'st report, they haue more in them, then
mortall knowledge. When I burnt in desire to question them
further, they made themselues Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came Missiues from
the King, who all‑hail'd me
Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be. This
haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of
Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing
by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee. Lay
it to thy heart and farewell.
Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt beWhat thou art promis'd: yet doe I feare thy Nature,It is too full o'th'Milke of humane kindnesse,
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To catch the neerest way. Thou would'st be great,Art not without Ambition, but withoutThe illnesse should attend it. What thou would'st highly,That would'st thou holily: would'st not play false,And yet would'st wrongly winne.
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Thould'st haue, great Glamys, that which cryes,Thus thou must doe, if thou haue it;And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe,Then wishest should be vndone. High thee hither,That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare,
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And chastise with the valour of my TongueAll that impeides thee from the Golden Round,Which Fate and Metaphysicall ayde doth seemeTo haue thee crown'd withall.Enter Messenger.What is your tidings?Mess.
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The King comes here to Night.Lady.Thou'rt mad to say it.Is not thy Master with him? who, wer't so,Would haue inform'd for preparation.Mess.So please you, it is true: our
Thane is comming:
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One of my fellowes had the speed of him;Who almost dead for breath, had scarcely moreThen would make vp his Message.Lady.Giue him tending,He brings great newes.Exit Messenger.
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The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,That croakes the fatall entrance of
DuncanVnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,That tend on mortall thoughts, vnsex me here,And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top‑full
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Of direst Crueltie: make thick my blood,Stop vp th'accesse, and passage to Remorse,That no compunctious visitings of Nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keepe peace betweeneTh'effect, and hit. Come to my Womans Brests,
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And take my Milke for Gall, you murth'ring Ministers,Where‑euer, in your sightlesse substances,You wait on Natures Mischiefe. Come thick Night,And pall thee in the dunnest smoake of Hell,That my keene Knife see not the Wound it makes,
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Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,To cry, hold, hold.Enter Macbeth.Great Glamys, worthy Cawdor,Greater then both, by the all‑haile hereafter,Thy Letters haue transported me beyond
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This ignorant present, and I feele nowThe future in the instant.Macb.My dearest Loue,Duncan comes here to Night.
Lady.And when goes hence
?Macb.
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To morrow, as he purposes.Lady.O neuer,Shall Sunne that Morrow see.Your Face, my
Thane, is as a Booke, where men
May reade strange matters, to beguile the time.
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Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th'innocent flower,But be the Serpent vnder't. He that's comming,Must be prouided for: and you shall putThis Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,
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Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,Giue solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome.Macb.We will speake further.Lady.Onely looke vp cleare:To alter fauor, euer is to feare:
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Leaue all the rest to me.Exeunt.
Scena Sexta.
[Act 1, Scene 6]
Hoboyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme,
Donalbaine, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff,
Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
King.This Castle hath a pleasant seat,The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfeVnto our gentle sences.Banq.This Guest of Summer,
[415]
The Temple‑haunting Barlet does approue,By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breathSmells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze,Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this BirdHath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
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Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'dThe ayre is delicate.Enter Lady.King.See, see our honor'd Hostesse:The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble,Which still we thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,
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How you shall bid God‑eyld vs for your paines,And thanke vs for your trouble.Lady.All our seruice,In euery point twice done, and then done double,Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend
[430]
Against those Honors deepe, and broad,Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:For those of old, and the late Dignities,Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites.King. Where's
Scena Sexta.
[Act 1, Scene 6]
Hoboyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme,
Donalbaine, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff,
Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
King.This Castle hath a pleasant seat,The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfeVnto our gentle sences.Banq.This Guest of Summer,
[415]
The Temple‑haunting Barlet does approue,By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breathSmells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze,Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this BirdHath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
[420]
Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'dThe ayre is delicate.Enter Lady.King.See, see our honor'd Hostesse:The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble,Which still we thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,
[425]
How you shall bid God‑eyld vs for your paines,And thanke vs for your trouble.Lady.All our seruice,In euery point twice done, and then done double,Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend
[430]
Against those Honors deepe, and broad,Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:For those of old, and the late Dignities,Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites.King.Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
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We courst him at the heeles, and had a purposeTo be his Purueyor: But he rides well,And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp himTo his home before vs: Faire and Noble HostesseWe are your guest to night.La.
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Your Seruants euer,Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,Still to returne your owne.King.Giue me your hand:
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Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly,And shall continue, our Graces towards him.By your leaue Hostesse.Exeunt
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