Act 1 — Scene IV. Forres. The palace.[3801]

Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not[3803] Those in commission yet return'd? Mal. My liege,[3804] They are not yet come back. But I have spoke[3804] With one that saw him die, who did report[3804] That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,[3804] 5 Implored your highness' pardon and set forth[3804] A deep repentance: nothing in his life[3804] Became him like the leaving it; he died[3804] As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed[3805] 10 As 'twere a careless trifle. Dun. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face: He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.

O worthiest cousin![3806] The sin of my ingratitude even now 15 Was heavy on me: thou art so far before[3807] That swiftest wing of recompense is slow[3808] To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,[3809] That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might have been mine! only I have left to say,[3810] 20 More is thy due than more than all can pay.[3811] Macb. The service and the loyalty I owe, In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part[3812] Is to receive our duties: and our duties[3812] Are to your throne and state, children and servants;[3812] 25 Which do but what they should, by doing every thing[3812][3813] Safe toward your love and honour.[3812][3813][3814] Dun. Welcome hither: I have begun to plant thee, and will labour To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known[3815] 30 No less to have done so: let me infold thee And hold thee to my heart. Ban. There if I grow, The harvest is your own. Dun. My plenteous joys, Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,[3816] 35 And you whose places are the nearest, know, We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland: which honour must Not unaccompanied invest him only,[3817] 40 But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,[3818] And bind us further to you.[3819] Macb. The rest is labour, which is not used for you:[3819] I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful[3820] 45 The hearing of my wife with your approach; So humbly take my leave. Dun. My worthy Cawdor! Macb. [Aside] The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step,[3821] On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; 50 Let not light see my black and deep desires:[3822] The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. [Exit. Dun. True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,[3823] And in his commendations I am fed; 55 It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,[3824] Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome: It is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt.[3825]