Your children shall be kings. ROSS BANQUO And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: You shall be king. In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine. MACBETH BANQUO And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? What, can the devil speak true? BANQUO MACBETH To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here? The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me Enter ROSS and ANGUS In borrow'd robes? ROSS ANGUS The king hath happily received, Macbeth, Who was the thane lives yet; The news of thy success; and when he reads But under heavy judgment bears that life Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined His wonders and his praises do contend With those of Norway, or did line the rebel Which should be thine or his: silenced with that, With hidden help and vantage, or that with both In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Have overthrown him. Strange images of death. As thick as hail MACBETH Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! And pour'd them down before him. The greatest is behind. ANGUS To ROSS and ANGUS We are sent To give thee from our royal master thanks; Thanks for your pains. Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee. To BANQUO
Your children shall be kings. BANQUO You shall be king. MACBETH And thane of Cawdor too: went it not so? BANQUO To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here? Enter ROSS and ANGUS ROSS The king hath happily received, Macbeth, The news of thy success; and when he reads Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight, His wonders and his praises do contend Which should be thine or his: silenced with that, In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day, He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks, Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make, Strange images of death. As thick as hail Came post with post; and every one did bear Thy praises in his kingdom's great defence, And pour'd them down before him. ANGUS We are sent To give thee from our royal master thanks; Only to herald thee into his sight, Not pay thee. ROSS And, for an earnest of a greater honour, He bade me, from him, call thee thane of Cawdor: In which addition, hail, most worthy thane! For it is thine. BANQUO What, can the devil speak true? MACBETH The thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me In borrow'd robes? ANGUS Who was the thane lives yet; But under heavy judgment bears that life Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combined With those of Norway, or did line the rebel With hidden help and vantage, or that with both He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not; But treasons capital, confess'd and proved, Have overthrown him. MACBETH [Aside] Glamis, and thane of Cawdor! The greatest is behind. To ROSS and ANGUS Thanks for your pains. To BANQUO