The table round." There's blood upon thy face." 1. M. "Tis Banquo's then."

MAC". ""Tis better thee without, than him within.” "Is he difpatch'd?"

1. M. «

My lord, his throat is cut, that I did for him." MAC. "Thou art the beft o'the cut-throats: Yet he's "That did the like for Fleance: if thou did'ft it," [good," "Thou art the non-pareil. J. M. "Moft royal fir,"

"Fleance is fcap'd.

[perfect;" MAC. "Then comes my fit again: I had elfe been "Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;" "As broad, and general, as the cafing air: "But now, I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in" "To faucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's fafe?"

1. M. "Ay, my good lord: fafe in a ditch he bides," "With twenty trenched gashes on his head;" "The leaft a death to nature.

MAC. Thanks for that:" "There the grown ferpent lies; the worm, that's fled," "Hath nature that in time will venom breed," [row "No teeth for the present. Get thee gone; to-mor“We'll hear theɛ ourselves again." [Exit Murtherer.

L. M. My royal lord,

You do not give the cheer: the feast is fold,

That is not often vouch'd while 'tis a making;

'Tis given with welcome: to feed, were best at home; From thence, the fauce to meat is ceremony;

Meeting were bare without it.

MAC. Sweet remembrancer!___

Now, good digeftion wait on appetite,
And health on both!

3 then he within

LEN. May't please your highness fit?

Ghoft of Banquo rises, and fits in Macbeth's Place. MAC. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd perfon of our Banquo present: Who may I rather challenge for unkindness,

Than pity for mischance.

Ros. His abfence, fir,

Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness

To grace us with your royal company?

MAC. The table's full.

LEN. Here is a place reserv'd, fir.

MAC. Where?

[farting.

[highnefs?

LEN. Here, my good lord. What is't, that moves your MAC. Which of you have done this?

Lor. What, my good lord?

MAC. Thou can'ft not fay, I did it: never shake Thy goary locks at me.

Ros. Gentlemen, rise; his highnefs is not well. L. M. Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat; The fit is momentary; upon a thought

He will again be well: If much you note him,
You fhall offend him, and extend his passion;
Feed, and regard him not. "Are you a man?"
MAC. "Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that"
"Which might appall the devil.'

proper ftuff!

L. M. "O "This is the very painting of

your fear: "

"This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you faid,"
"Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts,"
(Impoftures of true fear) would well become"
"A woman's story, at a winter's fire,

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"Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself!" Why do you make fuch faces? When all's done, "You look but on a ftool."

[fay you?" MAC. "Pr'ythee, fee there! behold! look! lo! how Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too."— "If charnel-houses, and our graves, must fend" "Those that we bury back, our monuments "Shall be the maws of kites."

[Ghoft vanishes. L. M. "What, quite unman'd in folly?" MAC. "If I stand here, I faw him. L. M. "Fie, for fhame!"

[time," MAC. “Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden "Ere human ftatute purg'd the general weal;

Ay, and fince too, murthers have been perform'd" "Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, "That, when the brains were out, the man would dye," "And there an end: but now, they rise again, "With twenty mortal murthers on their crowns," "And push us from our ftools: This is more strange" "Than fuch a murther is."

L. M'. My worthy lord,

Your noble friends do lack you.

MAC. I do forget:

Do not muse at me, my moft worthy friends;

I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing

To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
Then I'll fit down :- Give me fome wine, fill full:
I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we mifs;
('Would he were here !) to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.

Lor. Our duties, and the pledge.

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Ghoft rises again.

MAC. Avant! and quit my fight! let the earth hide Thy bones are marrowlefs, thy blood is cold; [thee! Thou haft no fpeculation in those eyes

Which thou doft glare with.

L. M'. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of cuftom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
MAC. What man dare, I dare:

Approach thou like the rugged Ruffian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hircanian tiger,
Take any fhape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhibit then, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
[Ghost vanishes.
Unreal mockery, hence! Why, fo; being gone,
I am a man again. Pray you, fit ftill. [meeting,
L. M. You have difplac'd the mirth, broke the good
With most admir'd disorder.

MAC. Can fuch things be,

And overcome us like a fummer's cloud,

Without our fpecial wonder? You make me strange
Even to the difposition that I owe,

When now I think you can behold fuch fights,

And keep the natural ruby of your cheek,

When mine is blanch'd with fear.

Ros. What fights, my lord?

[worfe;

L. Mb. I pray you, fpeak not; he grows worse and Question enrages him : at once, good night:

Stand not upon

the order of your going,

II Hircan 15 inhabit 27 Cheekes,

But go at once.

LEN. Good night, and better health, Attend his majesty!

L. M. A kind good night to all!

[Exeunt RossE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants. MAC. It will have blood, they fay; Blood will have Stones have been known to move, and trees to fpeak; [blood: Augurs, that understood relations, have

By mag-pies, and by choughs, and rooks, brought forth The fecret'ft man of blood. What is the night?

L. M. Almoft at odds with morning, which is which. MAC. How fay'ft thou, that Macduff denies his perfon At our great bidding?

L. M. Did you fend to him, fir?

MAC". I hear it by the way; but I will fend:
There's not a thane of them, but in his house
I keep a fervant fee'd. I will to-morrow
(Betimes I will) unto the weird fisters :

More fhall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good,
All causes fhall give way; I am in blood
Stept in fo far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er :

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted, ere they may be scan'd.

L. M'. You lack the feason of all natures, fleep.
MAC. Come, we'll to fleep: My ftrange and felf abufe
Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:

We are yet

but young in deed.

SCENE V. The Heath.
Thunder. Enter, from opposite Sides,

8 Augures, and understood 9 Maggot Pyes
16 a one of 18 (And betimes I will) to the

[Exeunt.

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