Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promised, and I fear
Thou played’st most foully for ’t. Yet it was
It should not stand in thy posterity,
5But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them—
As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine—
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
10And set me up in hope? But hush, no more.
Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as
king, LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX,
LADIES, and attendants
Here’s our chief guest.
If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all-thing unbecoming.
15Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir,
And I’ll request your presence.
Command upon me, to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie