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Macbeth, I. iv

Ban. Very gladly.

Macb. Till then, enough. Come, friends.

Exeunt.

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

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.

Dun. 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 deserv'd,

 Scene Four S. d. Flourish: trumpet blast

2 Those in commission: the appointed officers

9 studied: resolved

