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BANQUO
To the selfsame tune and words. Who’s here?
Enter Ross and Angus.
ROSS
The King hath happily received, Macbeth,
The news of thy success; and when he reads
Thy personal venture in the rebels’ fight [90]
His wonders and his praises do contend
Which should be thine, or his. Silenced with that,
In viewing o’er the rest o’the selfsame day
He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
Nothing afeard 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 poured them down before him.
ANGUS
We are sent
To give thee from our royal master thanks; [100]
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 borrowed robes?
