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SCENE I.-Fores. A Room in the Palace.

Is 't far you

Enter Banquo. Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis,

As the weird women promised; and I fear
Thou play'dst most foully for 't: yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy posterity;
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.
Senet sounded. Enter Macbeth, as King ; Lady

Macbeth, as Queen; LENOX, Rosse, Lords,
Ladies, and Attendants.
Macb. Here's our chief

guest. Lady M.

If he had been forgotten, It had been as a gap in our great feast, And all things unbecoming.

Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I 'll request your presence.

Ban. . Let your highness

Command upon me; to the which, my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
For ever knit.

Macb. Ride you, this afternoon?

Ay, my good lord.
Macb. We should have else desired your good

advice (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous) In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.

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.

Macb. Fail not our feast.
Ban. My lord, I will not.

Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestowed
In England and in Ireland; not confessing
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. Hie you to horse : Adieu,
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call

upon us.

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And so I do commend you to their backs.

[Exit Banduo.
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, Lords, Ladies, &c. Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men our

pleasure ? Attend. They are, my lord, without the palace

gate. Macb. Bring them before us.—[Exit Attendant.

To be thus, is nothing; But to be safely thus.–Our fears in Banquo Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature Reigns that which would be feared : 't is much he

dares; And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, 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 rebuked; as, it is said, Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. Hechid the sisters, When first they put the name of King upon me, And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like, They hailed him father to a line of kings: Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. If it be so, For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind; For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered; 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 list, And champion me to the utterance ! Who's there?

To half a soul, and to a notion crazed,
Say, “Thus did Banquo."

1st Mur. 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, That you can let this go? Are you so gospelled, To pray for this good man, and for his issue, Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave, And beggared yours for ever?

Ist Mur. We are men, my liege.

Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels,

Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped
All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous Nature
Hath in him closed; 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 sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.

2nd Mur. I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed, that I am reckless what
I do, to spite the world.

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

Know Banquo was your enemy.

2nd Mur. True, my lord.
Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody dis-

tance, That

every minute of his being thrusts Against my near’st of life: and though I could With barefaced 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 Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is That I to your assistance do make love; Masking the business from the common eye, For sundry weighty reasons. 2nd Mur.

We shall,

my lord, Perform what you command us.

1st Mur. Though our lives-
Macb. Your spirits shine through you. With-

in this hour, at most,

Both of you

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

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

1st Mur. It was, so please your highness.

Macb. Well then, now Have you considered 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 Inour last conference: passed in probation with you, How you were borne in hand; how crossed; the

instruments; Who wrought with them; and all things else, that


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 clearness: and with him
(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
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart;
I 'll come to you anon.

2nd Mur. We are resolved, my lord. Macb. I 'll call upon you straight; abide

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


Lady M.

Come on: Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Be bright and jovial 'mong your guests to-night. Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be

you: Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; Present him eminence, both with


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.
Lady M.

You must leave this.
Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear

wife! Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleance live. Lady M. But in them Nature's copy 's not

eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown His cloistered flight; ere, to black Hecate's sum

mons, The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be

A deed of dreadful note.
Lady M.

What's to be done?
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest

Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
Skarf 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

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Enter Macbeth. How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making ! Using those thoughts, which should indeed have

died With them they think on? Things without all

remedy, Should be without regard: what 's done, is done.

Macb. We have scotched the snake, not killed

Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
Thou marvell’st at my words: but hold thee

still; Things bad begun, make strong themselves by ill: So, pr’y thee, go with me.


it :

SCENE III.— The same. A Park or Lawn, with

a Gate leading to the Palace.

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 affliction of these terrible dreams
That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
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 domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.

Enter three Murderers. 1st Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? 3rd Mur.

Macbeth. 2nd Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he

delivers Our offices, and what we have to do, To the direction just.

1st Mur. 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.

3rd Mur. Hark! I hear horses. Ban. [within.] Give us a light there, ho!

2nd Mur. Then it is he; the rest That are within the note of expectation, Already are i' the court.

1st Mur. His horses go about.

3rd Mur. 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, a Servant with a

torch preceding them. 2nd Mur. A light, a light? 3rd Mur.

"Tis he. Ist Mur. Stand to 't. Ban. It will be rain to-night. 1st Mur.

Let it come down.

[Assaults Banquo. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly,

fly, fly; Thou mayst revenge.-0 slave!

[Dies. Fleance and Servant escape. 3rd Mur. Who did strike out the light? 1st Mur. Was 't not the way? 3rd Mur. There 's but one down; the son is

fled. 2nd Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. Ist Mur. Well, let 's away, and say how much is done.


Mur. 'Tis Banquo's, then.

Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he despatched ? Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did

for him. Macb. Thou art the best o’the cut-throats: yet

he's good That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, Thou art the nonpareil.

Mur. Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scaped. Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else

been perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; As broad and general as the casing air; But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

Mur. 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 filed Hath nature that in time will venom breed; No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to


SCENE IV.-A Room of State in the Palace.

A Banquet prepared.

Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Rosse, Lenox,

Lords, and Attendants. Macb. You know your own degrees; sit down:

at first And last, the hearty welcome.

Lords. Thanks to your majesty.

Macb. Ourself will mingle with society, And play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time, We will require her welcome. Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our

friends; For

my heart speaks, they are welcome.

We'll hear ourselves again. [Exit Murderer. Lady M.

My royal lord, You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold That is not often vouched, while 't is a making, 'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at

home: From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.

Macb. Sweet remembrancer !Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both ! Len. May it please your highness sit? [The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in

Macbeth's place. Macb. Here had we now our country's honour

roofed, Were the graced person of our Banquo present; Who may

I rather challenge for unkindness Than pity for mischance!

Rosse. His absence, sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your

highness To

grace your royal company? Macb. The table's full. Len. Here's a place reserved, sir. Macb. Where? Len. Here, my good lord. What is 't that

moves your highness?, Macb. Which of you have done this? Lords. What, my good lord ?

Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.

us with

Enter First Murderer, to the door. Macb. See, they encounter thee with their

hearts' thanks :Both sides are even: here I 'll sit i' the midst : Be large in mirth; anon, we 'll drink a measure The table round.—There's blood upon thy face.

Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not

well. Lady 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 shall offend him, and extend his passion : Feed, and regard him not.-Are you a man?

Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M.

O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts (Impostors to true fear) would well become A woman's story, at a winter's fire, Authorised by her grandam. Shame itself ! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, You look but on a stool. Macb. Pr'y thee, see there! behold! look! lo!

how say you?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 disappears. Lady M.

What! quite unmanned in folly? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Lady M.

Fy, for shame! Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the

olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been performed Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would

die, And there an end: but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is.

Lady 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,

Macb. Avaint, and quit my sight! Let the

earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! Lady M.

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

Macb. What man dare, I dare : Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan 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 disappears. Unreal mockery, hence!—Why, so: being gone, I am a man again.-- Pray you, sit still. Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke

the good meeting, With most admired disorder.

Macb. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me

Even to the disposition that I owe,
When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine are blanched with fear.

Rosse. What sights, my lord ?
Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows

worse and worse;
Question enrages him. At once, good night:
Stand not upon the order of your going,

at once.
Len. Good night, and better health
Attend his majesty!
Lady M.

A kind good night to all!

[Exeunt Lords and Attendants. Macb. It will have blood, they say; blood will

have blood; Stones have been known to move, and trees to

speak; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought

forth The secret'st man of blood.- What is the night? Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which

is which. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies

his person, At our great bidding? Lady M. Did


send to him, sir?
Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send:
There's not a one of them, but in his house
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow

Ghost rises.

And to our dear friend, Banquo, whom we miss ; Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, And all to all.

Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

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