DUNCAN
  1   Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
  2   Those in commission yet return'd?

      MALCOLM
                                                        My liege,
  3   They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
  4   With one that saw him die: who did report
  5   That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
  6   Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
  7   A deep repentance. Nothing in his life
  8   Became him like the leaving it; he died
  9   As one that had been studied in his death
 10   To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
 11   As 'twere a careless trifle.

      DUNCAN
                                                 There's no art
 12   To find the mind's construction in the face:
 13   He was a gentleman on whom I built
 14   An absolute trust.

            Enter MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS.

                                         O worthiest cousin!
 15   The sin of my ingratitude even now
 16   Was heavy on me: thou art so far before
 17   That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
 18   To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
 19   That the proportion both of thanks and payment
 20   Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
 21   More is thy due than more than all can pay.

      MACBETH
 22   The service and the loyalty I owe,
 23   In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
 24   Is to receive our duties; and our duties
 25   Are to your throne and state children and servants,
 26   Which do but what they should, by doing every thing
 27   Safe toward your love and honour.

      DUNCAN
                                                             Welcome hither!
 28   I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
 29   To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
 30   That hast no less deserved, nor must be known
 31   No less to have done so, let me enfold thee
 32   And hold thee to my heart.

      BANQUO
                                             There if I grow,
 33   The harvest is your own.

      DUNCAN
                                               My plenteous joys,
 34   Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
 35   In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
 36   And you whose places are the nearest, know
 37   We will establish our estate upon
 38   Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter
 39   The Prince of Cumberland; which honour must
 40   Not unaccompanied invest him only,
 41   But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
 42   On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,
 43   And bind us further to you.

      MACBETH
 44   The rest is labour, which is not used for you:
 45   I'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful
 46   The hearing of my wife with your approach;
 47   So humbly take my leave.

      DUNCAN
                                               My worthy Cawdor!

       MACBETH  [Aside.]
 48   The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step
 49   On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
 50   For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires,
 51   Let not light see my black and deep desires;
 52   The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be
 53   Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

            Exit.

      DUNCAN
 54   True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant,
 55   And in his commendations I am fed;
 56   It is a banquet to me. Let's after him,
 57   Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
 58   It is a peerless kinsman.

            Flourish. Exeunt.