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And bind us further to you.

MACBETH
The rest is labour, 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.

KING
My worthy Cawdor!

MACBETH
[aside] The Prince of Cumberland! That is a step
On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap, [50]
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.
Exit.

KING
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. Exeunt.

Scene V IT

Enter Macbeth’s Wife alone with a letter.

LADY
They met me in the day of success, and I have learned by the perfectest

report they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in
desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they
vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the