ACT 1
Scene 2

...and filthy air.
Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Captain.
What bloody man is that? He can report,
As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
The newest state.

...upon our battlements.
O valiant cousin, worthy gentleman!

...a fresh assault.
Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

...cry for help.
So well thy words become thee as thy wounds:
They smack of honor both.—Go, get him surgeons.

Enter Ross and Angus.
Who comes here?

...save the King.
Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane?

...fell on us.
Great happiness!

...our general use.
No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive
Our bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present death,
And with his former title greet Macbeth.

...see it done.
What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.
They exit.

Scene 4

...then, enough.—Come, friends.
Flourish. Enter King Duncan, Lennox, Malcolm, Donalbain, and Attendants.
Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commission yet returned?

...a careless trifle.
There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face.
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.

Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus.
O worthiest cousin,
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine! Only I have left to say,
More is thy due than more than all can pay.

...love and honor.
Welcome hither.
I have begun to plant thee and will labor
To make thee full of growing.—Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserved nor must be known
No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
And hold thee to my heart.

...is your own.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
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 honor must
Not unaccompanied invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness
And bind us further to you.

...take my leave.
My worthy Cawdor.

...done, to see.
True, worthy Banquo. He is full so valiant,
And in his commendations I am fed:
It is a banquet to me.—Let’s after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome.
It is a peerless kinsman.
Flourish. They exit.

Scene 6

...rest to me.
Hautboys and Torches. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and Attendants.
This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.

...Enter Lady Macbeth.
See, see our honored hostess!—
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
How you shall bid God ’ild us for your pains
And thank us for your trouble.

...rest your hermits.
Where’s the Thane of Cawdor?
We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose
To be his purveyor; but he rides well,
And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath helped him
To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest tonight.

...return your own.
Give me your hand. Taking her hand.
Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.
They exit.