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That look’t upon't. Here comes the good Macduff :

Enter MACDUFF. How goes

the world, fir, now? Maca. Why, see you not?

deed ? Ros. Is’t known, who did this more than bloody Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Ros. Alas the day!
What good could they pretend?

Maca. They were suborn'd:
Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
Are ftoln away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.

Ros. 'Gainst nature still :
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
Thine own life's means ! _ Then 'tis most like,
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

Macd. He is already nam’d; and gone to Scone,
To be invested.

Ros. Where is Duncan's body?

Maca. Carry'd to Colme-kill;
The sacred store-house of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.

Ros. Will you to Scone ?
Mac". No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Ros. Well, I will thither.

[Adieu !
Mac'. Well, may you see things well done there
Left our old robes fit easier than our new. [Exit.
Ros. Farewel, father.
God's benison


fir; and with those, That would make good of bad, and friends of foes !

[Exeunt severally.

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SCENE I. Foris. A Room in the Palace.


Ban. Thou hast it now, king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promis’d; and, I fear,
Thou play'dít most foully for't: yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy pofterity;
But that myself should be the root, and father
Of many kings : If there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope ? But, hush; no more.

Flourish. Enter MACBETH, as King ;
Lady MACBETH, Queen; Rosse, Lenox,

Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.
Mac'. Here's our chief guest.

L. MØ. If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feaft,
And all things unbecoming:

Mac". To-night we hold a solemn supper, fir,
And I'll request your presence.

Ban. Lay your highness
Command upon me; to the which, my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tye
For ever knit.

Macb. Ride you this afternoon?
Ban. Ay, my good lord.
MAC'. We should have else desir'd your good advice

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(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.

MACÓ. Fail not our feast.
BAN. My lord, I will not.

MÀC". We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
In England, and in Ireland; not confefsing
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. Hye to horse: Adieu,
'Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you ?

BAN. Ay, my good lord; our time does call upon us.

MAC. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot:
And so I do commend you to their backs.

Let every man be master of his time
'Till seven at night; to make society
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
'Till supper-time alone : while then, God be with you...

[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, &c. Sirrah, a word with you; Attend those men our pleasure?

Att. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

Mac". Bring them before us. [Exit Att.) To be thus, is
But, to be safely thus:-Our fears in Banquo [nothing;
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis much he dares;
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,

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He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. 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 Cæsar, He chid the fifters,
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bad them fpeak to him; then, prophet-like,
They haild him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,
And put a barren scepter in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If it be fo,
For Banquo's issue have I fil'd my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murther’d;
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings :
Rather than so, come, fate, into the lift,
And champion me to the utterance. Who's there?

Re-enter Attendant, with two Murtherers.
Now go to the door, and stay there till we call..

[Exit Attendant. Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

Mur. It was, so please your highness.

Macb. Well then, now
Have you consider'd of my speeches ? Know,
That it was he, in the times past, which held you
So under fortune; which, you thought, had been,
Our innocent self: this I made good to you
In our last conference, past in probation with you ;
How you were born in hand; how crost; the instruments ;

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Who wrought with them; and all things else, that might,
To half a soul, and to a notion craz'd,
Say, Thus did Banquo.

1. M. You made it known to us.

Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now
Our point of second meeting. Do you find
Your patience so predominant in your nature,

go ? Are


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pray for this good man, and for his issue, Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave, And beggar'd yours for ever?

1. M. We are men, my liege.

Mac". Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
As hounds, and greyhounds, mungrels, spaniels, curs,
Shocks, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are clept
All by the name of dogs: the valu'd file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him clos'd ; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill
That writes them all alike : and so of men.
Now, if

you have a station in the file,
And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it:
And I will put that business in your bosoms,
Whose execution takes your enemy off;
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Who wear our health but fickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.

2. M. I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incens’d, that I am reckless what


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