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  DUNCAN. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not

    Those in commission yet return'd?

  MALCOLM. 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

    As one that had been studied in his death,

    To throw away the dearest thing he owed

    As 'twere a careless trifle.

  DUNCAN. There's no art

    To find the mind's construction in the face:

    He was a gentleman on whom I built

    An absolute trust.

    O worthiest cousin!

    The sin of my ingratitude even now

    Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before,

    That swiftest wing of recompense is slow

    To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,

    That the proportion both of thanks and payment

    Might have been mine! Only I have left to say,

    More is thy due than more than all can pay.

  MACBETH. The service and the loyalty lowe,

    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 everything

    Safe toward your love and honor.

  DUNCAN. Welcome hither.

    I have begun to plant thee, and will labor

    To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,

    That hast no less deserved, nor must be known

    No less to have done so; let me infold thee

    And hold thee to my heart.

  BANQUO. There if I grow,

    The harvest is your own.

  DUNCAN. My plenteous joys,

    Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves

    In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,

    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 honor must

    Not unaccompanied invest him only,

    But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine

    On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,

    And bind us further to you.

  MACBETH. 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.

  DUNCAN. My worthy Cawdor!

  MACBETH. [Aside.] 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. Exit.

  DUNCAN. 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. Flourish. Exeunt.