We will establish our estate upon / Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter / The Prince of Cumberland: which honour must / Not unaccompanied invest him only, / But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine / On all deservers.—

A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, / And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, / Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature / Gives way to in repose!

There is none but he / Whose being I do fear: and under him / My genius is rebuk’d; as, it is said, / Mark Antony’s was by Caesar.

black Macbeth / Will seem as pure as snow; and the poor state / Esteem him as a lamb, being compar’d / With my confineless harms.