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Thine own life's means ! Then 'tis most like Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse; adien, The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. 30 Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you!
Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call To be invested. Ross.
Where is Duncan's body? Macb. I wish your horses swift and sure of Macd. Carried to Colmekill,
foot; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors And so I do commend you to their backs. And guardian of their bones.
Escit BANQUO. Ross.
Will you to Scone? | Let every man be master of his time Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Till seven at night, to make society Ross.
Well, I will thither. The sweeter welcome ; we will keep ourself Macd. Well, may you see things well done Till supper-time alone ; while then, God be
; there : adieu !
with you! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new !
Exeunt all but MACBETH and an Attendant. Ross. Farewell, father.
Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men Old Man. God's benison go with you; and Our pleasure ? with those
Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace That would make good of bad, and friends of gate. foes! Exeunt. Macb. Bring them before us. Exit Attendant.
To be thus is nothing,
But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo ACT III.
Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he SCENE I.–Forres. A Room in the Palace.
dares, Enter BANQUO.
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour Ban. Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, To act in safety. There is none but he all,
Whose being I do fear; and under him As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear, My genius is rebuk'd, as it is said Thou play’dst most foully for 't; yet it was said Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters It should not stand in thy posterity,
When first they put the name of king upon me, But that myself should be the root and father And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like, Of many kings. If there come truth from them, They hail'd him father to a line of kings. As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine, Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown, se Why, by the verities on thee made good, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, May they not be my oracles as well,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, And set me up in hope? But, hush! no more. No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so, Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king ; Lady
For Banquo's issue have I fil'd my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; MACBETH, as queen ; LENNOX, Ross, Lords,
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace Ladies, and Attendants.
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel Macb. Here's our chief guest.
Given to the common enemy of man, Lady M.
If he had been forgotten 11 To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! It had been as a gap in our great feast,
Rather than so, come fate into the list, And all-thing unbecoming.
And champion me to the utterance! Who's Macb. To night we hold a solemn supper, sir, there? And I'll request your presence. Ban.
Let your highness
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. Command upon me; to the which my duties Now go to the door, and stay there till we call. Are with a most indissoluble tie
Exit Attendant For ever knit.
Was it not yesterday we spoke together? Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?
First Mur. It was, so please your highness. Ban. Ay, my good lord. Macb.
Well then, not Macb. We should have else desir'd your good Have you consider'd of my speeches ! Know advice,
20 That it was he in the times past which held you Which still hath been both grave and prosperous, So under fortune, which you thought had been In this day's council ; but we 'll take to-morrow. Our innocent self. This I made good to you Is 't far you ride?
In our last conference, pass’d in probation with Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and supper; go not my horse the How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the etter,
instruments, I must become a borrower of the night
Who wrought with them, and all things ele For a dark hour or twain.
that might Macb.
Fail not our feast. To half a soul and to a notion craz'd Ban. My lord, I will not.
Say . Thus did Banquo.' Mach. We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd First Mur.
You made it known to us. In England and in Ireland, not confessing
Macb. I did so; and went further, which is not Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers Our point of second meeting. Do you find With strange invention ; but of that to-morrow, | Your patience so predominant in your nature When therewithal we shall have cause of state That you can let this go? Are you so gospellid
Both of you
To pray for this good man and for his issue,
SCENE II.-The Same. Another Room in the grave
Enter Lady MACBETH and a Servant.
Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are clept leisure All by the name of dogs : the valu'd file
For a few words. Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, Serv.
Madam, I will.
Exit. The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
Nought 's had, all's spent, According to the gift which bounteous nature Where our desire is got without content : Hath in him clos'd ; whereby he does receive 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Particular addition, from the bill
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. That writes them all alike: and so of men.
Enter MACBETH. Now, if you have a station in the file, Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say it ; How now, my lord ! why do you keep alone, And I will put that business in your bosoms, Of sorriest fancies your companions making, Whose execution takes your enemy off,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
died Who wear our health but sickly in his life, With them they think on? Things without all Which in his death were perfect.
remedy Second Mur.
I am one, my liege, Should be without regard : what's done is done. Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd Have so incens'd that I am reckless what
it: I do to spite the world.
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor First Mur. And I another
malice So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, Remains in danger of her former tooth. That I would set my life on any chance, But let the frame of things disjoint, both the To mend it or be rid on 't.
worlds suffer, Macb.
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep Know Banquo was your enemy.
In the affliction of these terrible dreams Second Mur.
True, my lord. That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Macb, So is he mine ; and in such bloody Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, distance
Than on the torture of the mind to lie That every minute of his being thrusts
In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave;
Come on ; Who I myself struck down; and thence it is Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; That I to your assistance do make love,
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night. Masking the business from the common eye Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you. For sundry weighty reasons.
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; Second Mur.
We shall, my lord, Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue: Perform what you command us.
Unsafe the while, that we First Mur.
Though our lives, Must lave our honours in these flattering streams, Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within And make our faces vizards to our hearts, this hour at most
Disguising what they are. I will advise you where to plant yourselves,
You must leave this. Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, Macb. 01 full of scorpions is my mind, dear The moment on 't; for 't must be done tonight,
130 Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance lives. And something from the palace ; always thought Lady M. But in them nature's copy 's not That I require a clearness: and with him,
eterne. To leave no rubs nor botches in the work,
Macb. There is comfort yet; they are assailable; Fleance his son, that keeps him company, Then be thou jocund. Ère the bat hath Gown Whose absence is no less material to me
His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
summons Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart; The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums I'll come to you anon.
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be Second Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord. done Macb. I'll call upon you straight : abide A deed of dreadful note. within. Exeunt Murderers. Lady M.
What's to be done ? It is concluded : Banquo, thy soul's flight, Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.
chuck, Exit. . Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And play the humble host. And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond We will require her welcome. Which keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our
friends'; Makes wing to the rooky wood;
For my heart speaks they are welcome.
Enter First Murderer, to the door.
Macb. See, they encounter thee with their
Exeunt. Be large in mirth; anon we 'll drink a measure
Approaching the door. SCENE III.-The Same. A Park, with a Road
There's blood upon thy face. leading to the Palace.
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
Macb. 'Tis better thee without than he within. Enter three Murderers.
Is he dispatch'd ? First Mur. But who did bid thee join with us?
Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did
for him. Third Mur.
Macb. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats ; Second Wur. He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
yet he's good
That did the like for Fleance : if thou didst it, Our offices and what we have to do
Thou art the nonpareil. To the direction just.
Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scap'd.
Macb. Then comes my fit again : I had else Now spurs the lated traveller apace
been perfect; To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
As broad and general as the casing air :
Then it is he : the rest To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe! That are within the note of expectation
Mur. Ay, my good lord ; safe in a ditch he
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature. Third Mur. Almost a mile; but he does usually,
Thanks for that. So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk.
There the grown serpent lies: the worm that's
fied Second Mur. A light, a light!
Hath nature that in time will venom breed, Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch. No teeth for the present. Get thee gone; to
morrow Third Mur.
We'll hear ourselves again. Exit Murderer. First Mur. Stand to 't. Ban. It will be rain to-night.
My royal lord, First Mur.
Let it come down.
You do not give the cheer : the feast is sold
That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, They set upon BANQUO. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly,
'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at
home; fly, fly!
From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Thou may'st revenge. O slave ! Dies. FLEANCE escapes.
Meeting were bare without it.
Macb. Third Mur. Who did strike out the light?
Sweet remembrancer! First Mur.
Was 't not the way
Now good digestion wait on appetite, 7?
And health on both ! Third Mur. There's but one down ; the son
Len. is fled.
May't please your highness sit. Second Mur.
We have lost The Ghost of BANQUO enters, and sits in Best half of our affair.
MACBETH's place. First Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
Macb. Here had we now our country's honour
Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present ; SCENE IV.-The Same. A Room of State in the
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Palace.
Than pity for mischance!
Ross. A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, Lady
His absence, sir, MACBETH, Ross, LENNOX, Lords, and 'Attend- Lays blame upon his promise. Please 't your ants.
To grace us with your royal company. Macb. You know your own degrees ; sit down : Macb. The table's full. at first and last
Here is a place reserv'd, sir. The hearty welcome.
Macb. Where? Lords.
Thanks to your majesty. Len. Here, my good lord. What is 't that Macb. Ourself will mingle with society
moves your highness ?
Macb. Which of you have done this?
Shall never tremble : or be alive again, Lords.
What, my good lord ? | And dare me to the desert with thy sword; Macb. Thou canst not say I did it : never shake If trembling I inhabit then, protest me Thy gory locks at me.
51 The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Ross. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. Unreal mockery, hence!
Ghost vanishes. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often
Why, so; being gone, thus,
I am a man again. Pray you, sit still. And hath been from his youth : pray you, keep Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke seat;
the good meeting, The fit is momentary; upon a thought
With most admir'd disorder. He will again be well. If much you note him Macb.
Can such things be, You shall offend him and extend his passion : And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Feed and regard him not. Are you a man? Without our special wonder? You make me
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that strange Which might appal the devil.
Even to the disposition that I owe, Lady J.
O proper stuff!
When now I think you can behold such sights, This is the very painting of your fear;
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, When mine is blanch'd with fear. Led you to Duncan. 0! these flaws and starts, Ross.
What sights, my lord ? Impostors to true fear, would well become Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows A woman's story at a winter's fire,
worse and worse ; Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself ! Question enrages him. At once, good night : Why do you make such faces ? When all's done Stand not upon the order of your going, You look but on a stool.
But go at once. Macb. Prithee, see there! behold I look! lo! Len. Good night; and better health 120 how say you ?
Attend his majesty! Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
A kind good night to all ! If charnel-houses and our graves must send
Eceunt Lords and Attendants. Those that we bury back, our monuments
Macb. It will have blood, they say ; blood Shall be the maws of kites. Ghost vanishes. will have blood :
Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly ? Stones have been known to move and trees to Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.
speak; Lady M.
Fie, for shame! Augurs and understood relations have Mach. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought olden time,
forth Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? Ay, and since too, murders have been perform’d Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which Too terrible for the ear : the time has been,
is which. That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies And there an end ; but now they rise again, 80 With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, At our great bidding ? And push us from our stools : this is more strange Lady 11.
Did you send to him, sir? Than such a murder is.
Macb. I hear it by the way ; but I will send. Lady M.
My worthy lord, There's not a one of them but in his house Your noble friends do lack you.
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow, Jlach.
I do forget.
And betimes I will, to the weird sisters : Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; More shall they speak; for now I am bent to I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
know, To those that know me. Come, love and health By the worst means, the worst. For mine own to all ;
good Then, I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full: All causes shall give way: I am in blood I drink to the general joy o' the whole table, Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, Strange things I have in head that will to hand, And all to all.
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd. Lord.
Our duties, and the pledge. Lady M. You lack the season of all natures,
Macb. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the self-abuse earth bide thee !
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use : Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; We are yet but young in deed.
Exeunt. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with. Lady M. Think of this, good peers,
SCENE V.-A Heath. But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other ;
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
HECATE. Macb. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, 109 First Witch. Why, how now, Hecate! you The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger ;
look angerly. Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
Saucy and overbold? How did you dare Macduff lives in disgrace. Sir, can you tell To trade and traffic with Macbeth
Where he bestows himself ? In riddles and affairs of death;
The son of Duncan, And I, the mistress of your charms,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, The close contriver of all harms,
Lives in the English court, and is receiv'd Was never call’d to bear my part,
Of the most pious Edward with such grace Or show the glory of our art ?
That the malevolence of fortune nothing And, which is worse, all you have done 10 Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff Hath been but for a wayward son,
Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid Spiteful and wrathful ; who, as others do, To wake Northumberland and war-like Siward ; Loves for his own ends, not for you.
That, by the help of these, with him above But make amends now: get you gone,
To ratify the work, we may again And at the pit of Acheron
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights, Meet me i' the morning : thither he
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives, Will come to know his destiny:
Do faithful homage and receive free honours; Your vessels and your spells provide,
All which we pine for now.
And this report Your charms and every thing beside.
Hath so exasperate the king that he I am for the air ; this night I'll spend 29 Prepares for some attempt of war. Unto a dismal and a fatal end :
Sent he to Macduff! Great business must be wrought ere noon : Lord. He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I.,' Upon the corner of the moon
The cloudy messenger turns me his back, There hangs a vaporous drop profound; And bums, as who should say, “You 'll rue the I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
time And that distill’d by magic sleights
That clogs me with this answer.' Shall raise such artificial sprites
And that well might As by the strength of their illusion
Advise him to a cantion to hold what distance Shali draw him on to his confusion :
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear 30 Fly to the court of England and unfold His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear ; His message ere he come, that a swift blessing And you all know security
May soon return to this our suffering country Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Under a hand accurs'd ! Music and a song within : 'Come away, come Lord.
I'll send my prayers with bim away,' etc.
Ereunt. Hark! I am call’d; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. Exit. First Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll
ACT IV. soon be back again.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
First Witch. Thrice the brinded cat bath Len. My former speeches have but hit your mew d. thoughts,
Second Witch. Thrice and once the hedge-pig Which can interpret further: only, I say,
whin'd. Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Third Witch. Harpier cries : 'Tis time, 'tis Duncan
time. Was pitied of Macbeth : marry, he was dead : First Witch. Round about the cauldron go; And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; In the poison'd entrails throw. Whom, you may say, if 't please you, Fleance Toad, that under cold stone kill'd,
Days and nights has thirty one
AU. Double, double toil and trouble ;
In the cauldron boil and bake; That were the slaves of drink and thralls of Eye of newt, and toe of frog, sleep?
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
AU. Double, double toil and trouble ;
Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. Witches' mummy, maw and gulf But, peace! for from broad words, and 'cause he Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, fail'd
21 Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark, His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Liver of blaspheming Jew,