1 Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not 2 Those in commission yet return'd?
3 My liege, 4 They are not yet come back. But I have spoke 5 With one that saw him die: who did report 6 That very frankly he confess'd his treasons, 7 Implored your highness' pardon and set forth 8 A deep repentance: nothing in his life 9 Became him like the leaving it; he died 10 As one that had been studied in his death 11 To throw away the dearest thing he owed, 12 As 'twere a careless trifle.
13 There's no art 14 To find the mind's construction in the face: 15 He was a gentleman on whom I built 16 An absolute trust. Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS 17 O worthiest cousin! 18 The sin of my ingratitude even now 19 Was heavy on me: thou art so far before 20 That swiftest wing of recompense is slow 21 To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved, 22 That the proportion both of thanks and payment 23 Might have been mine! only I have left to say, 24 More is thy due than more than all can pay.
25 The service and the loyalty I owe, 26 In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part 27 Is to receive our duties; and our duties 28 Are to your throne and state children and servants, 29 Which do but what they should, by doing every thing 30 Safe toward your love and honour.
31 Welcome hither: 32 I have begun to plant thee, and will labour 33 To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, 34 That hast no less deserved, nor must be known 35 No less to have done so, let me enfold thee 36 And hold thee to my heart.
37 There if I grow, 38 The harvest is your own.
39 My plenteous joys, 40 Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves 41 In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, 42 And you whose places are the nearest, know 43 We will establish our estate upon 44 Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter 45 The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must 46 Not unaccompanied invest him only, 47 But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine 48 On all deservers. From hence to Inverness, 49 And bind us further to you.
50 The rest is labour, which is not used for you: 51 I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful 52 The hearing of my wife with your approach; 53 So humbly take my leave.
54 My worthy Cawdor!
Aside 55 The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step 56 On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, 57 For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; 58 Let not light see my black and deep desires: 59 The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, 60 Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
61 True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant, 62 And in his commendations I am fed; 63 It is a banquet to me. Let's after him, 64 Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: 65 It is a peerless kinsman.