1    Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
2    Those in commission yet return'd?

3    My liege,
4    They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
5    With one that saw him die: who did report
6    That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
7    Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
8    A deep repentance: nothing in his life
9    Became him like the leaving it; he died
10   As one that had been studied in his death
11   To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
12   As 'twere a careless trifle.

13   There's no art
14   To find the mind's construction in the face:
15   He was a gentleman on whom I built
16   An absolute trust.
Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS
17   O worthiest cousin!
18   The sin of my ingratitude even now
19   Was heavy on me: thou art so far before
20   That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
21   To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
22   That the proportion both of thanks and payment
23   Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
24   More is thy due than more than all can pay.

25   The service and the loyalty I owe,
26   In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
27   Is to receive our duties; and our duties
28   Are to your throne and state children and servants,
29   Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
30   Safe toward your love and honour.

31   Welcome hither:
32   I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
33   To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
34   That hast no less deserved, nor must be known
35   No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
36   And hold thee to my heart.

37   There if I grow,
38   The harvest is your own.

39   My plenteous joys,
40   Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
41   In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
42   And you whose places are the nearest, know
43   We will establish our estate upon
44   Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
45   The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must
46   Not unaccompanied invest him only,
47   But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
48   On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,
49   And bind us further to you.

50   The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
51   I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
52   The hearing of my wife with your approach;
53   So humbly take my leave.

54   My worthy Cawdor!

Aside
55    The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
56   On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
57   For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
58   Let not light see my black and deep desires:
59   The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be,
60   Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

61   True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
62   And in his commendations I am fed;
63   It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,
64   Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
65   It is a peerless kinsman.