Malcolm- My king, they haven’t come back yet. But I spoke with someone who saw Cawdor die, and he said that Cawdor openly confessed his treasons, begged your highness’s forgiveness, and repented deeply.
Has the former thane of Cawdor been executed yet? Haven’t the people in charge of that come back?
There’s no way to read a man’s mind by looking at his face. I trusted Cawdor completely.
Macbeth- The opportunity to serve you is its own reward. Your only duty, your highness, is to accept what we owe you.
I have begun to plant thee, and will labor to make thee full of growing, Noble Banquo,
Banquo- There, if I grow, The harvest is your own.
The rest is labor 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.
My Worthy cawdor!
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.
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.