Act 1, Scene 5
Inverness. A Room in Macbeth's Castle.
- [Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.]
- Lady Macbeth
- 323 "They met me in the day of success; and I have
- 324 learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than
- 325 mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them
- 326 further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
- 327 Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from
- 328 the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title,
- 329 before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the
- 330 coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have
- 331 I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of
- 332 greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by
- 333 being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
- 334 heart, and farewell."
- Lady Macbeth
- 335 Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
- 336 What thou art promis'd; yet do I fear thy nature;
- 337 It is too full o' the milk of human kindness
- 338 To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great;
- 339 Art not without ambition; but without
- 340 The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
- 341 That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
- 342 And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great Glamis,
- 343 That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it:
- 344 And that which rather thou dost fear to do
- 345 Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither,
- 346 That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
- 347 And chastise with the valor of my tongue
- 348 All that impedes thee from the golden round,
- 349 Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
- 350 To have thee crown'd withal.
- [Enter an Attendant.]
- Lady Macbeth
- 351 What is your tidings?
- Attendant
- 352 The king comes here tonight.
- Lady Macbeth
- 353 Thou'rt mad to say it:
- 354 Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
- 355 Would have inform'd for preparation.
- Attendant
- 356 So please you, it is true:—our thane is coming:
- 357 One of my fellows had the speed of him;
- 358 Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
- 359 Than would make up his message.
- Lady Macbeth
- 360 Give him tending;
- 361 He brings great news.
- [Exit Attendant.]
- Lady Macbeth
- 362 The raven himself is hoarse
- 363 That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
- 364 Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
- 365 That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
- 366 And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
- 367 Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
- 368 Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
- 369 That no compunctious visitings of nature
- 370 Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
- 371 The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
- 372 And take my milk for gall, your murdering ministers,
- 373 Wherever in your sightless substances
- 374 You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
- 375 And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell
- 376 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes
- 377 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
- 378 To cry, "Hold, hold!"
- [Enter Macbeth.]
- Lady Macbeth
- 379 Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor!
- 380 Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
- 381 Thy letters have transported me beyond
- 382 This ignorant present, and I feel now
- 383 The future in the instant.
- Macbeth
- 384 My dearest love,
- 385 Duncan comes here tonight.
- Lady Macbeth
- 386 And when goes hence?
- Macbeth
- 387 To-morrow,—as he purposes.
- Lady Macbeth
- 388 O, never
- 389 Shall sun that morrow see!
- 390 Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
- 391 May read strange matters:—to beguile the time,
- 392 Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
- 393 Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
- 394 But be the serpent under't. He that's coming
- 395 Must be provided for: and you shall put
- 396 This night's great business into my despatch;
- 397 Which shall to all our nights and days to come
- 398 Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
- Macbeth
- 399 We will speak further.
- Lady Macbeth
- 400 Only look up clear;
- 401 To alter favor ever is to fear:
- 402 Leave all the rest to me.
- [Exeunt.]