of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as hail Came post with post; and every one
did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him. ANGUS
We are sent To give thee from our royal master thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee. ROSS
And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition,
hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine. BANQUO
What, can the devil speak true? MACBETH
The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me In borrow'd robes? ANGUS
Who was the thane lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether
he was combined With those of Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage, or that with
both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, Have overthrown
him. MACBETH
[Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind.
To ROSS and ANGUS
Thanks for your pains.
To BANQUO
Do you not hope your children shall be kings, When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me Promised
no less to them? BANQUO
That trusted home Might yet enkindle you unto the crown, Besides the thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange: And
oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to
betray's In deepest consequence. Cousins, a word, I pray you. MACBETH [Aside]
Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.I thank you, gentlemen.
[Aside]
This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing
in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth
unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears Are
less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state
of man that function Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is But what is not.
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