Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, faulcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. Rosse. And Duncan's horses 33, (a thing most strange and certain,) Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make War with mankind. Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine Rosse. Is't known, who did this more than bloody Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Rosse. 'Gainst nature still: Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up Thine own life's means !-Then, 'tis most like, Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone, To be invested. Rosse. Where is Duncan's body? Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones. Rosse. Will you to Scone? Well, I will thither. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there; -adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! Rosse. Father, farewell. Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. Forcs. A Room in the Palace. Enter BANQUO. Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear, It should not stand in thy posterity; But that myself should be the root, and father And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more. Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; Lady MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, RossE, Lords, Ladies and Attendants. Macb. Here's our chief guest. Lady M. If he had been forgotten, It had been as a gap in our great feast, And all-thing unbecoming. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I'll request your presence. Ban. Let your highness Command upon me; to the which, my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie Macb. Ride you this afternoon? Ban. Ay, my good lord. Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,) In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Is't far you ride? Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time "Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night, For a dark hour, or twain. Macb. Ban. My lord, I will not. Fail not our feast. Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd In England, and in Ireland; not confessing Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers With strange invention: But of that to-morrow; When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: Adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon us. Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot; And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell. Let every man be master of his time [Exit Banquo. Till seven at night; to make society Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you. [Exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, &c. Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our pleasure? But to be safely thus :-Our fears in Banquo Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis much he dares; And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour Mark Antony's was by Cæsar 34. He chid the sisters, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! |