i am thane of cawdor. if good, why do i yield to that suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair and make my seated heart knock at my ribs against the use of nature? look, how our partner's rapt. if chance will have me king, why chance may crown me without my stir? worthy macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. give me your favor, sir. let us toward the king. o, worthiest cousin. welcome hither. i have begun to plant thee and will labor to make thee full of growing. noble banquo, thou has no less deserved. sons, kingsmen, thanes, we will establish our estate upon our eldest, malcolm, whom we name hereafter the prince of cumberland. now, we shall to inverness and bind us further to you. i'll be myself the harbinger and make joyful hearing of my wife with your approach. so humbly take my leave. my worthy cawdor. the prince of cumberland. that is a step on which i must fall down or else o'erleap for in my way it lies. stars hide your fires. let not light see my black and deep desires. it is a peerless kinsm