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, 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, proper ftuff! L. M. "O "This is the very painting of your fear: " "This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you faid," 66 31 Impoftors to true "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; Lor. Our duties, and the pledge. 13 the gentle Weale 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, Approach thou like the rugged Ruffian bear, MAC. Can fuch things be, And overcome us like a fummer's cloud, Without our fpecial wonder? You make me strange 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: More fhall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; L. M'. You lack the feason of all natures, fleep. We are yet but young in deed. SCENE V. The Heath. 8 Augures, and understood 9 Maggot Pyes [Exeunt. 29 indeed |