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Inverness. Macbeth's castle.
[Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter.]
LADY MACBETH
They met me in the day of success: and I have learned by the perfectst
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.
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Glamis | thou art,| and Caw|dor, 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 of the | milk of | human
| kindness,
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To catch | the near|est way.| Thou wouldst | be
great,
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Art^not | without | ambi|tion, but | without
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The ill|ness should | attend it.| What thou
wouldst^|highly,
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That wouldst | thou hol|ily;| wouldst^not |
play* false,
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And yet | wouldst wrong|ly win. \\
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Thou'dst have, great | Glamis,| that which
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Thus thou must | do,| if thou | have it;
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And that | which rath|er thou | dost^fear | to do,
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Than wish|est should | be undone.| Hie thee |
hither,
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That I | may pour | my spir|its in | thine^ear,
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And chas|tise with | the val|or of | my tongue
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All that | impedes | thee from | the gold|en round,
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Which fate | and met|aphys|ical aid | doth seem
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To have | thee crowned | withal.| What is your |
tidings?
MESSENGER
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The king comes here | tonight.
LADY MACBETH
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Thou'rt mad | to say it.
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Is not | thy mast|er with | him? Who,| were it so,
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Would have | informed | for pre|para|tion.
MESSENGER
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So please | you, it is | true: our | Thane is
| coming:
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One of | my fel|lows had | the speed | of him;
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Who al|most dead | for breath,| had scarce|ly
more
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Than would | make up his | message.
LADY MACBETH
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Give him | tending,
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He brings great news.
[Exit Messenger]
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The raven | himself | is hoarse,
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That croaks | the fat|al en|trance of | Duncan
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Under | my bat|tlements.| Come you | spirits,
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That tend | on mort|al thoughts,| unsex | me
here,
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And fill | me from the | crown to the | toe,
top full
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Of dir|est cruel|ty: make | thick my | blood,
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Stop up the ac|cess, and | passage | to remorse,
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That no | compun|ctious visit|ings of | nature
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Shake my | fell pur/pose, nor | keep peace
between
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The effect,| and it.| Come to | my wom|an's
breasts,
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And take | my milk | for gall,| you murd|ering
min||isters,
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Wher|ever,| in your sight|less sub|stances,
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You wait | on na|ture's mis|chief. Come | thick^night,
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And pall | thee in | the dun|nest 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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To cry,|| Hold, hold. Great | Glamis,| worthy |
Cawdor,
[Enter MACBETH]
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Greater | than both,| by the all-|hail
here|after,
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Thy let|ters have | transport|ed me | beyond
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This ig|norant pres|ent, and | I feel now
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The fut|ure in | the inst|ant.
MACBETH
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My dear|est love,
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Duncan | comes here | tonight.
LADY MACBETH
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And when goes hence?
MACBETH
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Tomor|row, as | he pur|poses.
LADY MACBETH
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O never,
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Shall sun | that mor|row 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 wel/come in | your
eye,
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Your hand,| your tongue:| look like the
in|nocent flower,
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But be the | serpent | under it.| He that's
| coming,
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Must be | provid|ed for:| and you | shall put
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This night's | great bus/iness in|to my | dispatch,
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Which shall | to all | our nights,| and days | to
come,
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Give sole|ly sove|reign sway,| and mast|erdom.
MACBETH
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We will / speak furth|er.
LADY MACBETH
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On|ly look | up clear:
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To alt|er fav|or, ev|er is | to fear:
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Leave all | the rest | to me. \\
[Exeunt]