Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [Exeunt.

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ACT III.

SCENE 1.-Fores. A Room in the Palace. Enter

Banquo.

Banquo.

THOU hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all.
As the weird women promis'd; 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 Mac beth, as queen; Lenox, Rosse, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.

Mach. 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 highress

Command upon me; to the which, my duties

Are with a most indissoluble tie

For ever knit.

Mach.

Ride you this afternoon?

Ban. Ay, my good lord.

Mach. We should have else desir'd your good advice

(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,)

In this day's counsel; but we'll take to-morrow.

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.

Mach.

Ban. My lord, I will not.

Fail not our feast.

Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
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.
Mach. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
And so I do commend you to their backs.

Let every man be master of his time

Till seven at night; to make society

[Exit Banquo.

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: Attend those men our pleasure? Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace-gate. Macb. Bring them before us. [Exit Atten.]-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 fear'd: 'Tis 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 rebuk'd; as, it is said,

Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters,
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like,
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,

And

I put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If it be so,
For Banquo's issue have I fil'd my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
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?—
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.
Now to the door, and stay there till we call. [Exit At.
-Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

1 Mur. It was, so please your highness.
Macb.
Well then, now
Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know,
That it was be, in the times past, which held you
So under fortune; which, you thought, had been
Our innocent self: this I made good to you,

In our last conference; pass'd in probation with you, How you were borne in hand; how cross'd; the instruments;

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

To half a soul, and a notion craz❜d,

Say, Thus did Banquo.

1 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 gospell'd,

Το pray for this good man, and for his issue,
Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave,
And beggar'd yours for ever?

1 Mur.

We are men, my liege.

Mach. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ;

As hounds, and grey-hounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
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 house keeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him clos'd; 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.

I am one, my liege,

2 Mur. Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world

Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what

I do, to spite the world.

1 Mur.

And I another,

So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,

To mend it, or be rid on't.

Macb.

Both of you

True, my lord.

Know, Banquo was your enemy.

2 Mur.

Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,

That every minute of his being thrusts

Against my near'st 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
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.

2 Mur.

We shall, my lord,

Perform what you command us.

1 Mur.

Though our lives

Mach. Your spirits shine through you. Within this

hour, at most,

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.

2 Mur.

We are resolv❜d, 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II-The same. Another Room. Enter L& dy Macbeth and a Servant.

Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court?

Ser. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.

Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure

For a few words.

Ser. Madam, I will.
Lady M.

[Exit.

Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
Tis safer to be that which we destroy,