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Inverness. Macbeth's castle.
Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter.

Lady M.
'They met me in the day of success;
and I have learned by the perfectest report,
they have more in them than mortal
knowledge. When I burned in desire to question
them further, they made themselves air,
into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt
in the wonder of it, came missives from the
King, who all-hailed me "Thane of Cawdor;"
by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted
me, and referred me to the coming on
of time, with "Hail, king that shalt be!" This
have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest
partner of greatness, that thou mightst not
lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant
of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to
thy heart, and farewell.'

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be

What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature;

It is too full o' the milk of human kindness

To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; (20)

Art not without ambition, but without

The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly

That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,

And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis,

That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it;

And that which rather thou dost fear to do

Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;

And chastise with the valour of my tongue

All that impedes thee from the golden round,

Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem

To have thee crown'd withal. Enter a Messenger.

What is your tidings?

The king comes here to-night.

Lady M.
Thou'rt mad to say it:

Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,

Would have inform'd for preparation.

So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:

One of my fellows had the speed of him,

Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more

Than would make up his message.

Lady M.
Give him tending;

He brings great news. Exit Messenger.

The raven himself is hoarse (40)

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

Under my battlements. Come, you spirits

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,

And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full

Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood;

Stop up the access and passage to remorse,

That no compunctious visitings of nature

Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between

The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,

And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, (50)

Wherever in your sightless substances

You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,

To cry 'Hold, hold!' Enter MACBETH.

Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!

Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!

Thy letters have transported me beyond

This ignorant present, and I feel now

The future in the instant. (59)

My dearest love,

Duncan comes here to-night.

Lady M.
And when goes hence?

To-morrow, as he purposes.

Lady M.
O, never

Shall sun that morrow see!

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men

May read strange matters. To beguile the time,

Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,

Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,

But be the serpent under 't. He that's coming

Must be provided for: and you shall put

This night's great business into my dispatch;

Which shall to all our nights and days to come (71)

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

We will speak further.

Lady M.
Only look up clear;

To alter favour ever is to fear:

Leave all the rest to me. Exeunt.

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