Forres. A Room in the Palace.
 Flourish.
 Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, and ATTENDANTS.

Duncan	Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
	Those in commission yet returned?

Malcolm										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.

Duncan									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.

Macbeth	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 honour.

Duncan										Welcome hither.
	I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
	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 infold thee
	And hold thee to my heart.

Banquo								There if I grow,
	The harvest is your own.

Duncan								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 honour 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.

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.

Duncan									My worthy Cawdor!

Macbeth	[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.
												[Exit.
Duncan	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.
