The prince of Cumberland! That is astepOn which I must fall down, or elseo'er leap,For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;Let not light see my black and deep desires.
In drops of sorrow.Sons, kinsmen,thanes,And you whose places are the nearest, knowWe will establish our estate uponOur eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafterThe prince of Cumberland; which honor mustNot unaccompanied invest him only.
“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 king, who all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor,' by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou might’st not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.”
Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I go, and it is done. The bell invites me.Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knellThat summons thee to heaven or to hell.
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?