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The table round." There's blood upon thy face.”

“ 'Tis Banquo's then.” MAC". "'Tis better thee without, than him within.' “ Is he dispatch'd ?"

1. M. My lord, his throat is cut, that I did for him.”

Mach. “ Thou art the best o'the cut-throats : Yet he's “ That did the like for Fleance: if thou did'st it,” [good," 6. Thou art the non-pareil.”

1. M. Most royal fir, Fleance is scap’d.'

[perfect ; Mac. “ Then comes my fit again: I had else been “Whole as the marble, founded as the rock ; As broad, and general, as the casing air: " “But now, I am cabin’d, crib’d, conñin'd, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?'

· Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides," With twenty trenched gashes on his head ;” “ 'The least a death to nature.

Macb. Thanks for that :" " There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fed," “ Hath nature that in time will venom breed,” [row “No teeth for the present. – Get thee gone; to-mor“ We'll hear tyce ourselves again.”

[Exit Murtherer. L. Mo. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold, That is not often vouch'd while’tis a making; 'Tis given with welcome : to feed, were beit at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.

MAC . Sweet remembrancer !-Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both !

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LEN. May't please your highness fit?
Ghof of Banquo rises, and fits in Macbeth's Place.

MAC". Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness,
Than pity for mischance.

Ros. His absence, fir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness To grace us with your royal company ? Macb. The table's full.

[starting. LEN. Here is a place reserv’d, fir. Mach. Where?

[highness! Len. Here, my good lord. What is't, that moves your MAC". Which of you have done this? Lor. What, my good lord ?

Macb. Thou can'st not say, I did it: never shake Thy goary locks at me.

Ros. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.

L. M. Sit, worthy friends : my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep feat; The fit is momentary; upon a thought He will again be well : If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion ; Feed, and regard him not. “ Are you a man?”

Macb. Ăy, and a bold one, that dare look on that ” “Which might appall the devil.” L. Mb. “O

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stuff!" “ This is the very painting of your fear:” “ This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said,' “Led you to Duncan. 0, these flaws, and starts,'

(Impostures of true fear) would well become" “A woman's story, at a winter's fire,

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make such faces? When all's done, “ You look but on a stool.

?Macb. “Pr’ythee, see there! behold! look! lo ! how

Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. “ If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send” “ Those that we bury back, our monuments” “ Shall be the maws of kites.' (Ghost varishes.

L. M'. “What, quite unman'd in folly?"
Macb. “If I stand here, I saw him.”
L. M. “ Fie, for shame!”

[time,” Macb. “Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden “Ere human statute purg'd the general weal ; ”

Ay, and since 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 stools: This is more strange" “ Than such a murther is.”

L. M. My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you.

MACB, I do forget :Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; Then I'll sit down :-Give me some wine, fill full: I drink to the general joy of the whole table, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; ('Would he were here !) to all, and him, we thirst, And all to all.

Lor. Our duties, and the pledge.

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Ghost rises again. Mac. Avant ! and quit my light ! let the earth hide Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; [thee! Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou doft glare with.

L. Mb. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom : 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

MAC". What man dare, I dare :
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hircanian tiger,
Take any shape 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, so; being gone, I am a man again. - Pray. you, fit ftill. [meeting,

L. M'. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good With most admir'd disorder.

MAC". Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,
When now I think you can behold such fights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheek,
When mine is blanch'd with fear.
Ros. What fights, my lord ?

[worse; L. Mø. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and Question enrages

him : at once, good night: Stand not upon the order of your going,

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LEN. Good night, and better health,
Attend his majesty!
L. M'. A kind good night to all !

[Exeunt Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants.
Macb. It will have blood, they say ; Blood will have
Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak;[blood:
Augurs, that understood relations, have
By mag-pies, and by choughs, and rooks, brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. _ What is the night?

L. M". Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

MAC". How fay'st thou, that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding ?

L. M. Did you send to him, sir?

Mac". I hear it by the way; but I will send :
There's not a thane of them, but in his house
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow
(Betimes I will) unto the weird fifters:
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst : for mine own good,
All causes shall give way; I am in blood
Stept in so 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. Mb. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and self abuse
Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use:
We are yet but young in deed.

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

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