Dun. ^note
Is execution done on Cawdor? ^note Are ^note not ^note
Those in commission yet return'd?

Mal.
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 confess'd his treasons,
Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died ^note
As one that had been studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he owed ^note
As 'twere a careless trifle.

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

Macb.
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 every thing

Safe ^note toward ^note your ^{note note} love ^note and honour. ^note

Dun.
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 ^note must be known
No less to have done so: let me infold thee
And hold thee to my heart.

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

Dun.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen ^note, thanes ^note,
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 ^note invest him only,
But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
On all deservers. From ^note hence to Inverness ^note, ^note
And bind us further to you.

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

Dun.
My worthy Cawdor!

Macb. [Aside ^note]
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 ^note 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.

Dun.
True, worthy Banquo; he is full so valiant ^note,
And in his commendations I am fed;
It is a banquet to me. Let's ^note after him,
Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
It ^note is a peerless kinsman. [Flourish. Exeunt. ^{note note}

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