To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! -Who's 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? 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, Challenge me to extremities. 2 Proved. 3 Deluded. 4 Are you so obedient to the precept of the Gospel. . 1 Mur. We are men, my liege. Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped That writes them all alike: and so of men. 2 Mur. I am one, my liege, 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. 2 Mur. True, my lord. 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 Masking the business from the common eye, 2 Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1 Mur. Though our lives Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within I will advise you where to plant yourselves. Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. It is concluded:-Banquo, thy soul's flight, SCENE II. The same. Another Room. ་ [Exeunt. Enter Lady MACBETH, and a Servant. Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court? Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy. Enter МАСВЕТН. How now, my lord? why do you keep alone, Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; 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, 3 Most melancholy. Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, In restless ecstacy.4 Duncan is in his grave; Can touch him further! Lady M. Come on ; Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; Present him eminence,' both with eye and tongue: Unsafe the while, that we Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; Disguising what they are. You must leave this. Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. 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 cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's summons, The shard-borne beetle,7 with his drowsy hums, 4 Agony. 5 Do him the highest honours. i. e. The copy, the lease, by which they hold their lives from nature has its time of termination. 7 The beetle borne in the air by its shards or scaly wings. |