That look't upon't. Here comes the good Macduff:

Enter MACDUFF.

How goes the world, fir, now?

MACd. Why, fee you not?

[deed?

Ros. Is't known, who did this more than bloody

MAcd. Those that Macbeth hath flain.

Ros. Alas the day!

What good could they pretend?

MAC. They were suborn'd:

Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two fons,

Are ftoln away and fled; which puts upon them
Sufpicion of the deed.

Ros. 'Gainft nature ftill:

Thriftlefs ambition, that wilt ravin up

Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like,
The fovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

MACd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone,
To be invested.

Ros. Where is Duncan's body?
MAC. Carry'd to Colme-kill;

The facred store-house of his predeceffors,
And guardian of their bones.

Ros. Will you to Scone?

MAC. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

Ros., Well, I will thither.

[Adieu!

[Exit.

MAC. Well, may you see things well done there

Left our old robes fit easier than our new.
Ros. Farewel, father.

0. m.

God's benison go with you, fir; and with those,

That would make good of bad, and

friends of foes!

[Exeunt feverally.

ACT III.

SCENE I. Foris. A Room in the Palace.
Enter BANQUO.

BAN. Thou haft it now, king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear,
Thou play'dit moft foully for't: yet it was faid,
It should not ftand in thy pofterity;

But that myself fhould be the root, and father
Of many kings: If there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their fpeeches fhine)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And fet me up in hope? But, hush; no more.
Flourish. Enter MACBETH, as King;
Lady MACBETH, Queen; Roffe, Lenox,
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.

MAC'. Here's our chief guest.

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

MAC. To-night we hold a folemn supper, fir,

And I'll request your presence.

BAN. Lay your highness

Command upon me; to the which, my duties

Are with a moft indissoluble tye

For ever knit.

MAC. Ride you this afternoon?

BAN. Ay, my good lord.

MAC. We fhould have elfe desir'd your good advice

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(Which still hath been both grave and profperous) In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Is't far you ride?

BAN. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and fupper: go not my horfe the better, I must become a borrower of the night,

For a dark hour, or twain.

MAC. Fail not our feaft.

BAN. My lord, I will not.

MAC'. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd In England, and in Ireland; not confeffing Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers With ftrange invention: But of that to-morrow; When, therewithal, we fhall have cause of state, Craving us jointly. Hye to horse: Adieu, 'Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? BAN. Ay, my good lord; our time does call upon us. MAC'. I with your horfes fwift, and fure of foot: And fo I do commend you to their backs.

Let every man be master of his time 'Till feven at night; to make fociety

[Exit BANQUO.

The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
'Till fupper-time alone: while then, God be with you.
[Exeunt Lady MACBETH, &C.
Sirrah, a word with you; Attend those men our pleasure?
Att. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
MAC. Bring them before us. [Exit Att.] To be thus, is
But, to be fafely thus :-Our fears in Banquo [nothing;
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,

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He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in fafety. There is none, but he,
Whose being I do fear : and, under him,
My genius is rebuk'd; as, it is faid,

Mark Antony's was by Casar. He chid the fifters,
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bad them fpeak 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 put a barren fcepter in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No fon of mine fucceeding. If it be so,
For Banquo's iffue have I fil'd my mind;

For them the gracious Duncan have I murther'd;
Put rancours in the veffel of my peace
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,

To make them kings, the feed of Banquo kings:
Rather than fo, come, fate, into the lift,
And champion me to the utterance.

Who's there?

Re-enter Attendant, with two Murtherers.

Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.—

[Exit Attendant.

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
Mur. It was, fo please your highnefs.
MAC. Well then, now

Have you confider'd of my fpeeches? Know,
That it was he, in the times paft, which held you
So under fortune; which, you thought, had been,
Our innocent felf: this I made good to you

In our laft conference, paft in probation with you;
How you were born in hand; how croft ; the instruments;

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Who wrought with them; and all things elfe, that might, To half a foul, and to a notion craz'd,

Say, Thus did Banquo.

1. M. You made it known to us.

MAC. I did fo; and went further, which is now
Our point of fecond meeting. Do you find
Your patience fo predominant in your nature,
That you can let this go? Are you fo gofpel'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. M. We are men, my liege.

MAC. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
As hounds, and greyhounds, mungrels, fpaniels, curs,
Shocks, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are clept
All by the name of dogs: the valu'd file
Diftinguishes the swift, the flow, the subtle,
The houfe-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 fo of men.
Now, if you have a ftation in the file,
And not in the worst rank of manhood, fay 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 fickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.

2. M. I am one, my liege,

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have fo incenf'd, that I am reckless what

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