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[Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches]
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When shall we three meet again
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In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
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When the hurlyburly's done,
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When the battle's lost and won.
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That will be ere the set of sun.
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There to meet with Macbeth.
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Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
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Hover through the fog and filthy air.
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[Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN,] [p]LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant]
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What bloody man is that? He can report,
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As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
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Who like a good and hardy soldier fought
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'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!
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Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
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As thou didst leave it.
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As two spent swimmers, that do cling together
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And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald—
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Worthy to be a rebel, for to that
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The multiplying villanies of nature
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Do swarm upon him—from the western isles
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Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
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And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
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Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak:
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For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name—
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Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
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Which smoked with bloody execution,
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Like valour's minion carved out his passage
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Till he faced the slave;
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Which ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
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Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
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And fix'd his head upon our battlements.
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O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!
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As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
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Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,
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So from that spring whence comfort seem'd to come
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Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, mark:
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No sooner justice had with valour arm'd
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Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
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But the Norweyan lord surveying vantage,
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With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men
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Began a fresh assault.
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Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?
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As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
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If I say sooth, I must report they were
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As cannons overcharged with double cracks, so they
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Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
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Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
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Or memorise another Golgotha,
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But I am faint, my gashes cry for help.
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So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
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They smack of honour both. Go get him surgeons.
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[Exit Sergeant, attended]
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The worthy thane of Ross.
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What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
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That seems to speak things strange.
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Whence camest thou, worthy thane?
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From Fife, great king;
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Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
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And fan our people cold. Norway himself,
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With terrible numbers,
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Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
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The thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
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Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
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Confronted him with self-comparisons,
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Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm.
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Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
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The victory fell on us.
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Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition:
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Nor would we deign him burial of his men
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Till he disbursed at Saint Colme's inch
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Ten thousand dollars to our general use.
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No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive
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Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death,
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And with his former title greet Macbeth.
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What he hath lost noble Macbeth hath won.
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[Thunder. Enter the three Witches]
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Where hast thou been, sister?
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A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
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And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:—
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'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.
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Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
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But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
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And, like a rat without a tail,
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I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
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I'll give thee a wind.
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I myself have all the other,
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And the very ports they blow,
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All the quarters that they know
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I' the shipman's card.
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I will drain him dry as hay:
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Sleep shall neither night nor day
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Hang upon his pent-house lid;
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He shall live a man forbid:
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Weary se'nnights nine times nine
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Shall he dwindle, peak and pine:
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Though his bark cannot be lost,
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Yet it shall be tempest-tost.
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Here I have a pilot's thumb,
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Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
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The weird sisters, hand in hand,
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Posters of the sea and land,
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Thus do go about, about:
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Thrice to thine and thrice to mine
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And thrice again, to make up nine.
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Peace! the charm's wound up.
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[Enter MACBETH and BANQUO]
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So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
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How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
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So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
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That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
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And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
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That man may question? You seem to understand me,
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By each at once her chappy finger laying
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Upon her skinny lips: you should be women,
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And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
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Speak, if you can: what are you?
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All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, thane of Glamis!
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All hail, Macbeth, hail to thee, thane of Cawdor!
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All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!
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Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
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Things that do sound so fair? I' the name of truth,
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Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
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Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
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You greet with present grace and great prediction
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Of noble having and of royal hope,
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That he seems rapt withal: to me you speak not.
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If you can look into the seeds of time,
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And say which grain will grow and which will not,
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Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
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Your favours nor your hate.
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Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.
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Not so happy, yet much happier.
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Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
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So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!
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Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!
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Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
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By Sinel's death I know I am thane of Glamis;
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But how of Cawdor? the thane of Cawdor lives,
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A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
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Stands not within the prospect of belief,
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No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
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You owe this strange intelligence? or why
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Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
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With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you.
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The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
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And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?
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Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
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As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!
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Were such things here as we do speak about?
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Or have we eaten on the insane root
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That takes the reason prisoner?
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Your children shall be kings.
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And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so?
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To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?
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[Enter ROSS and ANGUS]
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The king hath happily received, Macbeth,
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The news of thy success; and when he reads
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Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
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His wonders and his praises do contend
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Which should be thine or his: silenced with that,
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In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
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He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
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Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
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Strange images of death. As thick as hail
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Came post with post; and every one did bear
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Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence,
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And pour'd them down before him.
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To give thee from our royal master thanks;
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Only to herald thee into his sight,
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And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
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He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor:
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In which addition, hail, most worthy thane!
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What, can the devil speak true?
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The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
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Who was the thane lives yet;
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But under heavy judgment bears that life
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Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined
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With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
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With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
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He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
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But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
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[Aside]Glamis, and thane of Cawdor!
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The greatest is behind.
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Thanks for your pains.
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Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
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When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me
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Promised no less to them?
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Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
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Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
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And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
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The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
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Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
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In deepest consequence.
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Cousins, a word, I pray you.
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[Aside]. Two truths are told,
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As happy prologues to the swelling act
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Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.
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[Aside]This supernatural soliciting]
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Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
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Why hath it given me earnest of success,
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Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
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If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
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Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
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And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
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Against the use of nature? Present fears
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Are less than horrible imaginings:
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My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
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Shakes so my single state of man that function
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Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
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Look, how our partner's rapt.
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[Aside]If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
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New horrors come upon him,
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Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
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But with the aid of use.
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[Aside]Come what come may,
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Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
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Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.
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Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought
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With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
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Are register'd where every day I turn
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The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.
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Think upon what hath chanced, and, at more time,
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The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
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Our free hearts each to other.
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Till then, enough. Come, friends.
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[Flourish. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and Attendants]
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Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
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Those in commission yet return'd?
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They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
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With one that saw him die: who did report
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That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
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Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
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A deep repentance: nothing in his life
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Became him like the leaving it; he died
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As one that had been studied in his death
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To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
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As 'twere a careless trifle.
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To find the mind's construction in the face:
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He was a gentleman on whom I built
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[Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS]
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The sin of my ingratitude even now
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Was heavy on me: thou art so far before
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That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
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To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
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That the proportion both of thanks and payment
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Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
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More is thy due than more than all can pay.
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The service and the loyalty I owe,
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In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
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Is to receive our duties; and our duties
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Are to your throne and state children and servants,
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Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
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Safe toward your love and honour.
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I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
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To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
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That hast no less deserved, nor must be known
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No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
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And hold thee to my heart.
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The harvest is your own.
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Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
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In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
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And you whose places are the nearest, know
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We will establish our estate upon
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Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
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The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must
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Not unaccompanied invest him only,
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But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
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On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,
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And bind us further to you.
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The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
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I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
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The hearing of my wife with your approach;
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So humbly take my leave.
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[Aside]The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
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On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
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For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
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Let not light see my black and deep desires:
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The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,
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Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
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True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
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And in his commendations I am fed;
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It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,
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Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
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It is a peerless kinsman.
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Inverness. Macbeth’s castle.
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[Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter]
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'They met me in the day of success: and I have
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learned by the perfectest report, they have more in
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them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire
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to question them further, they made themselves air,
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into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in
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the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who
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all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title,
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before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred
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me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that
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shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver
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thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou
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mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being
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ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it
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to thy heart, and farewell.'
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Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
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What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;
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It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
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To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
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Art not without ambition, but without
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The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly,
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That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
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And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,
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That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;
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And that which rather thou dost fear to do
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Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,
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That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
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And chastise with the valour of my tongue
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All that impedes thee from the golden round,
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Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
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To have thee crown'd withal.
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The king comes here to-night.
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Thou'rt mad to say it:
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Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
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Would have inform'd for preparation.
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So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:
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One of my fellows had the speed of him,
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Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
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Than would make up his message.
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The raven himself is hoarse
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That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
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Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
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That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
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And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
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Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;
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Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
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That no compunctious visitings of nature
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Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
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The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
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And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers,
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Wherever in your sightless substances
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You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
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And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,
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That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,
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Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
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Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!
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Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
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Thy letters have transported me beyond
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This ignorant present, and I feel now
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The future in the instant.
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Duncan comes here to-night.
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To-morrow, as he purposes.
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Shall sun that morrow see!
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Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
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May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
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Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
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Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
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But be the serpent under't. He that's coming
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Must be provided for: and you shall put
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This night's great business into my dispatch;
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Which shall to all our nights and days to come
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Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
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We will speak further.
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To alter favour ever is to fear:
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Leave all the rest to me.
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Before Macbeth’s castle.
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[Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM,] [p]DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants]
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This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
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Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
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Unto our gentle senses.
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The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
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By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath
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Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
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Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
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Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
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Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
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See, see, our honour'd hostess!
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The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
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Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
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How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,
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And thank us for your trouble.
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In every point twice done and then done double
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Were poor and single business to contend
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Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
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Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,
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And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
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Where's the thane of Cawdor?
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We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
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To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
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And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
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To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
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We are your guest to-night.
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Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt,
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To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
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Still to return your own.
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Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
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And shall continue our graces towards him.
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By your leave, hostess.
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[Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers] [p]Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH]
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If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
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It were done quickly: if the assassination
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Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
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With his surcease success; that but this blow
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Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
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But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
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We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
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We still have judgment here; that we but teach
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Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
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To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
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Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
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To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
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First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
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Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
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Who should against his murderer shut the door,
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Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
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Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
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So clear in his great office, that his virtues
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Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
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The deep damnation of his taking-off;
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And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
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Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
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Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
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Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
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That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
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To prick the sides of my intent, but only
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Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
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And falls on the other.
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He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
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We will proceed no further in this business:
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He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
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Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
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Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
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Not cast aside so soon.
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Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?
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And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
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At what it did so freely? From this time
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Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
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To be the same in thine own act and valour
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As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
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Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
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And live a coward in thine own esteem,
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Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
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Like the poor cat i' the adage?
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I dare do all that may become a man;
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Who dares do more is none.
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What beast was't, then,
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That made you break this enterprise to me?
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When you durst do it, then you were a man;
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And, to be more than what you were, you would
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Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
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Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
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They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
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Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
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How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
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I would, while it was smiling in my face,
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Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
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And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
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But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
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And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep—
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Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
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Soundly invite him—his two chamberlains
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Will I with wine and wassail so convince
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That memory, the warder of the brain,
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Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
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A limbeck only: when in swinish sleep
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Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
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What cannot you and I perform upon
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The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
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His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
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Bring forth men-children only;
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For thy undaunted mettle should compose
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Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
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When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
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Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
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That they have done't?
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Who dares receive it other,
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As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
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I am settled, and bend up
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Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
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Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
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False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
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