BANQUO. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. 

 MACBETH. Give me your favour. My dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains Are register’d where every day I turn The leaf to read them.—Let us toward the King.— Think upon what hath chanc’d; and at more time, The interim having weigh’d it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other. 

 BANQUO. Very gladly. 

 MACBETH. Till then, enough.—Come, friends. 

[Exeunt.]

 SCENE IV. Forres. A Room in the Palace.

Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox and Attendants.

Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox

 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, Implor’d 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 ow’d 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. 

Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross and Angus.

Macbeth, Banquo, Ross

Angus

 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 deserv’d; 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 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 everything Safe toward your love and honour. 

 

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