Macbeth Translation Act 1, Scene 4
Trumpets sound. KING DUNCAN, LENNOX, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, and their attendants enter.
Is execution done on Cawdor? Are notThose in commission yet returned?
Has the Thane of Cawdor been executed? Have those in charge of the execution returned?
My liege, They are not yet come back. But I have spoke With one that saw him die, who did report That very frankly he confessed his treasons, Implored your highness’ pardon, and set forth A deep repentance. Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it. He died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed As ’twere a careless trifle.
My lord, they haven’t returned yet. But I spoke with someone who saw Cawdor die. He reported that Cawdor confessed his treason, begged your Highness’s forgiveness, and displayed deep regret for his actions. Nothing he did in his entire life was as noble as the way he died. He died like a man completely prepared to throw away the most precious thing he owned as if it were a worthless trinket.
There’s no art To find the mind’s construction in the face. He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.
MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS enter.
[to MACBETH] 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.
The service and the loyalty I owe In doing it pays itself. Your highness’ part Is to receive our duties, and our duties Are to your throne and state children and servants, Which do but what they should, by doing everything Safe toward your love and honor.
Welcome hither. I have begun to plant thee, and will labor To make thee full of growing. [to BANQUO] Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known No less to have done so, let me infold thee And hold thee to my heart.
There, if I grow,The harvest 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. [to MACBETH] From hence to Inverness, And bind us further to you.
The rest is labor which is not used for you: I’ll be myself the harbinger and make joyful The hearing of my wife with your approach. So humbly take my leave.
My worthy Cawdor!
[aside] The prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is 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.
Trumpets sound. They exit.
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