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Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
What's to be done?
chuck, 5 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
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
do rouse. Thou marvell’st at my words ; but hold thee still ; Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill: So, pr’ythee, go with me.
A Park or Lawn, with a Gate leading to
Enter Three Murderers.
1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? 3 Mur.
Macbeth. 2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers Our offices, and what we have to do, To the direction just. 1 Mur.
Then stand with us.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace,
Hark! I hear horses.
Then it is he; the rest
His horses go about.
Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, a Servant with a torch
preceding them. 2 Mur.
A light, a light!
Let it come down.
[Assaults BANQUO. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou may’st revenge. Oslave!
[Dies. Fleance and Servant escape. 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? I Mur.
Was't not the way? 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
71.e. They who are set down in the list of guests, and
expected to supper.
A Room of State in the Palace.
A Banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, Lady Mac
BETH, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants.
Thanks to your majesty.
Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends ;
Enter first Murderer, to the door.
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within.
8 Continues in her chair of state.
That did the like for Fleance: if thou did'st it,
Most royal sir,
perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; As broad, and general, as the casing air : But now, I am cabin’d, cribb’d, confin'd, 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-mor
We'll hear, ourselves again. [Erit Murderer. Lady M.
My royal lord,
May it please your highness sit? [The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in
Macb. Here had we now our country's honour
His absence, sir,
Macb. The table's full.
Here's a place reserv'd, sir.
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.
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 9 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. This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws,a and starts,
O proper stuff!
9 As quick as thought.
Prolong his suffering. * Sudden gusts.