Banq. Very gladly

Macb. Till then enough:

Come friends.

Exeunt.

Scena Quarta.

Flourish. Enter King, Lenox, Malcolme, Donalbaine, and

Attendants.

King. Is execution done on Cawdor?

Or not those in Commission yet return'd?

Mal. My Liege, they are not yet come back.

But I haue spoke with one that saw him die:

Who did report, that very frankly hee

Confess'd his Treasons, implor'd your Highnesse Pardon,

And set forth a deepe Repentance:

Nothing in his Life became him,

Like the leauing it. Hee dy'de,

As one that had beene studied in his death,

To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,

As 'twere a carelesse Trifle

King. There's no Art,

To finde the Mindes construction in the Face.

He was a Gentleman, on whom I built

An absolute Trust.

Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Rosse, and Angus.

O worthyest Cousin,

The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now

Was heauie on me. Thou art so farre before,

That swiftest Wing of Recompence is slow,

To ouertake thee. Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,

That the proportion both of thanks, and payment,

Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,

More is thy due, then more then all can pay

Macb. The seruice, and the loyaltie I owe,

In doing it, payes it selfe.

Your Highnesse part, is to receiue our Duties:

And our Duties are to your Throne, and State,

Children, and Seruants; which doe but what they should,

By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue

And Honor

King. Welcome hither:

I haue begun to plant thee, and will labour

To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,

That hast no lesse deseru'd, nor must be knowne

No lesse to haue done so: Let me enfold thee,

And hold thee to my Heart

Banq. There if I grow,

The Haruest is your owne

King. My plenteous Ioyes,

Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselues

In drops of sorrow. Sonnes, Kinsmen, Thanes,

And you whose places are the nearest, know,

We will establish our Estate vpon

Our eldest, Malcolme, whom we name hereafter,

The Prince of Cumberland: which Honor must

Not vnaccompanied, inuest him onely,

But signes of Noblenesse, like Starres, shall shine

On all deseruers. From hence to Envernes,

And binde vs further to you

Macb. The Rest is Labor, which is not vs'd for you:

Ile be my selfe the Herbenger, and make ioyfull

The hearing of my Wife, with your approach:

So humbly take my leaue

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