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I do, to spite the world.

1. M. And I another,
So weary'd with disasters, tug'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.

Mac'. Both of you
Know, Banquo was your enemy.

Mur. True, my lord.

MAC. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance, That every minute of his being thrusts Against my near'ft of life: And though I could With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Who I myself struck down: and thence it is, That I to your aslistance do make love; Masking the business from the common eye, For sundry weighty reasons.

2. M. We shall, my lord, Perform what


command us. 1. M. Though our lives –

[at most, MAC". Yourfpirits thine through you. Within this hour, I will advise you where to plant yourselves; Acquaint you with the perfect spy o’the time, The moment on't; for’t must be done to night, And something from the palace; always thought, That I require a clearnefs : And with hin, (To leave no rubs, nor botches, in the work) Fleance his son, that keeps him company, Whose absence is no less material to me Than is his father's, must embrace the fate

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Of that dark hour : Resolve yourselves apart ;
I'll come to you anon.
Mur. We are resolv'd, my

Mac'. I'll call upon you straight; abide within.

[Exeunt Murtherers. It is concluded : - Banquo, thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exit.

SCENE II. The same. Another Room.

Enter Lady MACBETH, and an Attendant.
L. M. Is Banquo gone from court?
Art. Ay, madam; but returns again to-night.

L. M'. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure
For a few words.
Att. Madam, I will.

[Exit Attendant. L. M". Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis fafer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.

Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, Of forrielt fancies your companions making ? Using those thoughts, which should indeed have dy'd With them they think on? Things without all remedy Should be without regard : what's done, is done.

Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it, She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affiiction of these terrible dreams That make us nightly : Better be with the dead,

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Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lye
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestick, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.

L. M. Come on ; Gentle my lord,
Sleek o'er your rugged looks; be bright and jovial
Among your guests to-night.

Maco. So shall I, love ;
And so, I pray, you:

let your remembrance Apply to Banquo; present him eminence, both With eye and

tongue : Unsafe the while, that we Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; And make our faces vizards to our hearts, Disguising what they are.

L. M'. You must leave this.

Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

L. M. But in them nature's copy's not etern.

Mac". There's comfort yet, they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecat's summons, The shard-born beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.

L. M'. What's to be done ?

Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, 'Till thou applaud the deed. Come, feeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,

Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond
Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowze ;
While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvel'st at my words : but hold thee ftill;
Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill :
So, pr’ythee, go with me.

SCENE III. The fame. A Park: Gate leading to the

Palace. Enter three Murtherers.
1. M. But who did bid thee join with us?
3. M. Macbeth.

2. M. He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers
Our offices, and what we have to do,
To the direction just.

1. M. Then stand with us.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day :
Now spurs the lated traveller apace,
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.

3. M. Hark! I hear horses.
Ban. (within.] Give us a light there, ho!

2. M. 'Tis he; the rest,
That are within the note of expectation,
Already are i'the court.
1. M. His horses


3. M. Almost a mile: but he does usually,
So all men do, from hence to the palace-gate
Make it their walk.

Enter BANQUO, and Fleance ;
Servant, with a Torch, before them.

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2. M. “A light, a light!”
3. M. “'Tis he.”
1. M. “Stand to't.'
BAN It will be rain to-night.
1. M. Let it come down.

[assaulting him. BAN. O, treachery!--Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou may'st revenge. Lo slave!

(dies. Fleance, and Servant, fly. 3. M. Who did strike out the light? 1. M. Was't not the way? 3. M. There's but one down; the son is fled.

2. M. We have lost Best half of our affair.

1. M. Well, let's away, And say how much is done.


SCENE IV. The same. A Hall of State in the Palace. A Banquet set out. Flourish. Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, Rosse, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants.

MAC". You know your own degrees, fit down :and first, And last, the hearty welcome. Lor. Thanks to your majesty.

[they fit. Macb. Ourself will mingle with society, And play the humble hoit. Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time, We will require her welcome.

L. Mb. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; For my heart speaks, they are welcome. [thanks.

MAC". See, they encounter thee with their hearts' Both sides are even: here I'll fit i’the mid'it:

Enter first Murtherer, to the Door.
Be large in mirth ; anon, we'll drink a measure

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