Macbeth Theres No Art to Find the Minds Construction in the Face

Macbeth Translation Human action 1, Scene 4

Trumpets sound. KING DUNCAN, LENNOX, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, and their attendants enter.

DUNCAN

Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not Those in commission yet returned?

DUNCAN

Has the Thane of Cawdor been executed? Have those in charge of the execution returned?

MALCOLM

My liege, They are not withal come back. Just I have spoke With 1 that saw him dice, who did study That very bluntly he confessed his treasons, Implored your highness' pardon, and ready forth A deep repentance. Cypher in his life Became him like the leaving information technology. He died As one that had been studied in his death To throw abroad the beloved affair he owed As 'twere a devil-may-care trifle.

MALCOLM

My lord, they haven't returned still. But I spoke with someone who saw Cawdor die. He reported that Cawdor confessed his treason, begged your Highness's forgiveness, and displayed deep regret for his actions. Zippo he did in his entire life was every bit noble as the mode he died. He died like a man completely prepared to throw away the most precious thing he owned every bit if it were a worthless trinket.

DUNCAN

There's no art To find the heed's construction in the face. He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust.

DUNCAN

It's impossible to tell what's in a man'southward heed by looking at his confront. Cawdor was a gentleman whom I trusted completely.

MACBETH, BANQUO, ROSS, and ANGUS enter.

DUNCAN

[to MACBETH] O worthiest cousin, The sin of my ingratitude fifty-fifty now Was heavy on me. Thou fine art and then 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 than all can pay.

DUNCAN

[To MACBETH] My noble cousin! I've but been feeling guilty for not showing you enough gratitude. Yous've accomplished then much that, no matter how fast I try to reward you, I haven't been able to requite you plenty. If you deserved less, then perhaps the balance between what I can reward and what you deserve could be tipped in my favor. But all I accept left to say is that I owe you more than I tin ever repay.

MACBETH

The service and the loyalty I owe In doing it pays itself. Your highness' function Is to receive our duties, and our duties Are to your throne and land children and servants, Which practise but what they should, by doing everything Safe toward your love and accolade.

MACBETH

The loyalty I feel to you lot and the take chances to serve you lot is its own reward. Your Highness's duty is to have our loyalty and service, while our duty to your kingship and land is similar to that owed by children to their male parent or servants to their main: we're only doing what we should when we do all we can to protect you lot.

DUNCAN

Welcome hither. I have begun to plant thee, and will labor To make thee full of growing. [to BANQUO] Noble Banquo, That hast no less deserved, nor must be known No less to have washed so, let me infold thee And hold thee to my eye.

DUNCAN

Be welcome hither. The rewards I have given you lot are like newly planted seeds, and now I volition work to help you grow into a great hereafter.

[To BANQUO] Noble Banquo, you are but as deserving as Macbeth, every bit everyone should and must know. Permit me bring you lot close and concord you to my heart.

BANQUO

At that place, if I grow, The harvest is your own.

BANQUO

Then, if I grow to greatness, it volition exist a benefit to you as well.

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 proper name hereafter The prince of Cumberland; which honor must Not unaccompanied invest him just, But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine On all deservers. [to MACBETH] From hence to Inverness, And bind u.s. further to you lot.

DUNCAN

I am and so full of joy information technology brings tears to my eyes. My sons, relatives, thanes, and all those who are virtually close to me: I hereby proclaim that the heir to my throne is my eldest son, Malcolm, whom we will now call the Prince of Cumberland. He will non be alone in gaining new titles—new titles of nobility, like stars, will shine on all who deserve them.

[To MACBETH] From here, allow's get to your castle at Inverness, where your hospitality volition brand me even more than indebted to y'all.

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. And so humbly take my leave.

MACBETH

Any attempt in your service does not feel like work at all. I'll be the messenger and please my married woman with the news that you're coming. At present I will humbly be on my way.

MACBETH

[aside] The prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall downward, or else o'erleap, For in my manner it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my blackness and deep desires. The middle wink at the hand, still permit that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

MACBETH

[To himself] Malcolm is the Prince of Cumberland! Because he is between me and the throne, I'm either going to have to motility above him, or surrender my hopes of kingship. Stars, hide your brightness so that my evil desires are hidden from the calorie-free. May my eye be blind to the actions of my hand. Yet if I do the thing that my eyes fearfulness to meet, I will be forced to see information technology once it's been done.

DUNCAN

True, worthy Banquo. He is full then valiant, And in his commendations I am fed; It is a banquet to me.—Permit's afterward him, Whose intendance is gone before to bid us welcome: It is a peerless kinsman.

DUNCAN

True, Banquo. Macbeth is incredibly heroic, and by praising him I myself benefit. Let'due south follow him, since he's gone ahead of us to fix for our arrival. He is unequaled equally a lord or kinsman.

Trumpets sound. They leave.

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Source: https://www.litcharts.com/shakescleare/shakespeare-translations/macbeth/act-1-scene-4

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