Ban. Very gladly.
Macb. Till then, enough. Come, friends. 156
Scene Four
[Forres. A Room in the Palace]
Flourish. Enter King, Lennox, Malcolm, Donalbain, and Attendants.
Dun. Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
Those in commission yet return'd?
Mal. My liege,
They are not yet come back; but I have spoke
With one that saw him die; who did report 4
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 8
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd
As 'twere a careless trifle.
Dun. There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face: 12
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.
Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross and Angus.
O worthiest cousin!
The sin of my ingratitude even now
Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before 16
That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
To overtake thee; would thou hadst less deserv'd,
Scene Four S. d. Flourish: trumpet blast
2 Those in commission: the appointed officers
9 studied: resolved
