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Would have inform’d for preparation.

Were poor and single business, to contend
Atten. So please yon, it is true: our thane is coming. Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith
One of my fellows had the speed of him,

Your majesty loads our house. For those of old,
Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more, And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
Than would make up his message.

Werest your hermits.
Lady M. Give him tending,

Dun. Where's the thane of Cawdor?
He brings great news. — The raven himself is hoarse, We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose,

[Exit Attendant. To be his purveyor; but he rides well,
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
Under my battlements. Come, come, you spirits, To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, We are your guest to-night.
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Lady M. Your servants ever
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,

Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,

To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
That no compunctious visitings of nature

Still to return your own.
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Dun. Give me your hand!
The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, Conduct me to mine host! we love him highly,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, And shall continue our graces towards him.
Wherever in your sightless substances

By your leave, hostess!

[Exeunt. You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the doonest smoke of hell!

SCENE VII. - The same. Aroom in the castle.
Thati

t my keen knife see not the wound, it makes, Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over the
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, stage, a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes
To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Caxdor! and service. Then enter MACBETA.
Enter MACBETH.

Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere
Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!

well
Thy letters have transported me beyond

It were done quickly. If the assassination
This ignorant present, and I feel now

Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,
The future in the instant.

With his surcease, success, that but this blow
Macb. My dearest love,

Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
Duncan comes here to-night.

But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
Lady M. And when goes hence?

We'd jump the life to come. — Bat, in these cases
Macb. To-morrow, – as he purposes.

We still have judgement here; that we but teach Lady M. O, never

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
Shall sun that morrow see!

To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice
Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
May read strange matters. To beguilethetime, To our own lips. He's here in double trast:
Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Your hand, your tongue! look like the innocent Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
flower,

Who should against his murderer shut the door,
But be the serpent under it! Hethat's coming, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Must be provided for: and
you

Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
This night's great business into my despatch, So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Which shall to all our nights and days to come Will plead, like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. The deep damnation of his taking-off,
Macb. We will speak further.

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Lady M. Only look ар
clear!

Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd
To alter favour ever is to fear:

Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Leave all the rest to me!

[Exeunt. Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

Thattears shall drown the wind. - I have no spur
SCENE VI. — The same. Before the castle. To prick the sides of my intent, but only

Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending, Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
Enter Duncan, Malcolm, DONALBAIN, Banduo, LE-And falls on the other. — How now, what news?
Nox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.

Enter Lady Macbeth.
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Lady M. He has almost supp’d. Why have you left
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself

the chamber?
Unto our gentle senses.

Macb. Hath he ask'd for me?
Ban. This guest of summer,

Lady M. Know you not, he has ?
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Macb. We will proceed no further in this business.
By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath He hath honour'd me of late, and I have bought
Smells wooingly here: pojutty, frieze, buttress, Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
His pendent bed, and procreant cradle. Where they Not cast aside so soon.
Most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, the air Lady M. Was the hope drunk,

Wherein you dress’d yourself? hath it slept since?
Enter Lady MACBETH.

And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
Dun. See, see! our honour'd hostess!
The love, that follows us, sometime is our trouble,

At what it did so freely? From this time,
Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you,

Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard

To be the same in thine own act and valour, How you shall bid God yield us for your pains,

As thou art in desire? Would'st thou have that,
And thank us for your trouble.

Which thon esteem'st the ornament of life,
Lady M. All our service

And live a coward in thine own esteem ?
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Our will became the servant to defect, Macb, Pr’ythee, peace!

Which else should free have wrought. I dare do all that may become a man;

Ban. All's well. Who dares do more, is none.

I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters : Lady M. What beast was't then,

To you they have show'd some truth. That made you break this enterprize to me?

Macb. Ithink not ofthem;
When you durst do it, then you were a man;

Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve,
And, to be more than what you were, you would Would spend it in some words upon that business,
Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, If you would grant the time.
Did then adhere,and yet you would make both: Ban. At your kind'st leisure.
They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, — when’tis,
Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know

It shall make honour for you.
How tender 'tis to love the babe, that milks me: Ban. So I lose none,
I would, while it was smiling in my face,

In seeking to augmentit, but still keep'
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear,
And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn, as you I shall be counsell’d.
Have done to this.

Alacb. Good reposc, the while!
Macb. If we should fail, -

Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you! [Exit Banquo.
Lady M. We fail!

Macb. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready,
But screw your courage to the sticking-place, She strike upon the bell! Get thee to bed! -
And we'linot fail. When Duncan is asleep,

(Exit Servant.
(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Is this a dagger, which I see before
Soundly invite him,) his two chamberlains

The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch Will I with wine and wassel so convince,

thee! That memory, the warder of the brain,

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason

Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep

To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but Their drenched natures lie, as in a death,

A dagger of the mind ? a false creation, What cannot you and I perform upon

Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? Theuvgarded Duncan? what not put upon

I see thee yet, in form as palpable His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt

As this, which now I draw. of our great quell?

Thou marshal'st me the way, that I was going; Marb. Bring forth men-children only!

And such an instrument I was to use. For thyundaunted metal should compose

Mine eyes are made the fools o'the other senses,
Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,

Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still;
When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two And on thy blade, and dudgeon, gouts of blood,
of his own chamber, and us’d their very daggers, Which was not so before. — There's no such thing:
That they have done't ?

St is the bloody business, which informs
Lady M. Who dares receive it other,

Thus to mine eyes. — Now o'er the one half world As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar

Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse Upon his death?

The curtain's sleep; now witchcraft celebrates Macb. I am settled, and bend up

Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.

Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Away, and mock the time with fairest show!

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, False face must hide what the false heart doth know. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design

[Exeunt. Moves like a ghost. - Thou sure and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear,
A C T II.

The very stones prate of my where-about,

And take the present horror from the time,
SCENE I. – The same. Court within the castle. Which now suits with it. - Whiles I threat, he lives;
Enter Banquo und Fleance, and a Servant with a Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
torch before them.

[4 bell rings. Ban. How goes the night, boy?

I go, and it is done ; the bell invites me. Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Hear it not, Duncan ! for it is a knell, Ban. And she goes down at twelve.

That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.

(Exit. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir. Ban. Hold, take my sword! -- There's husbandry in

SCENE II. The same. heaven,

Enter Lady Macbeth.
Their candles are all out. Take thee that too! Lady M. That, which hath made them drunk, hath
A heavy summons lies, like lead, upon me,

made me bold:
And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers! What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire.
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts, that nature

Hark! - Peace!
Gives way to in repose ! - Give me my sword! - It was the owl, that shriek’d, the fatal bellman,

Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch. Which givesthe stern'st good-night. He is about it:
Who's there?

The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms,
Macb. A friend.

Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugo'd
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a bed.
He hath been in unusual pleasure, and

That death and nature do contend about them,
Sent forth great largess to your officers.

Whether they live, or die.
This diamond he greets your wife withal,

Macb.(Within.] Who's there? - what, ho!
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up Lady M. Alack! I am afraid, they have awak'd,
In measureless content.
Macb. Being unprepard,

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He could not miss them. - Had he not resembled Hath left you unattended. — [Knocking.] Hark!more
My father, as he slept, I had done't. — My husband! knocking:
Enter MACBЕтн. .

Get on your nightgown, lest occasion call us,

And show us to be watchers ! Be not lost
Macb. I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear

So poorly in your thoughts !
a noise ?
Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry.

Macb. To know my deed,- 'twere best not know
Did not you speak ?

myself.

[Knock. Macb. When?

Wake Duncan with thy knocking! Ay, 'would thou could'st!

[Exeunt.
Lady M. Now.
Macb. As I descended?

SCENE III. - The same.
Lady M. Ay.

Enter a Porter. (Knocking within.
Macb. Hark! -
Who lies i'the second chamber?

Porter. Here's a knocking, indeed! If a man were
Lady M. Donalbain.

porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning tlre Macb. This is a sorry sight. [Looking on his hands. key. [Knocking.) Knock, knock, knock! Who's there,

i'the name of Belzebub ? Here's a farmer, that hang'd Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight! Macb. There's one did laughin's sleep, and one cry'd have napkins enough about yon;, here, you'll

himself on the expectation of plenty. Come in time; murder! That they did wake each other;I stood and heard them: sweat for’t. [Knocking.) Knock, knock! Who's there,

i’the other devil's name?'Faith, here's an equivocator, But they did say their prayers, and address’d them

that could swear in both the scales against either Again to sleep. Lady M. There are two lodg'd together.

scale; who committed treason enough for God's sake, Macb. One cried, God bless us !and, Amen, the other; yet could not equivocate to heaven. O, come in, equiAs they had seen me with these hangman's hands,

vocator! (Knocking.) knock, knock, knock! Who's Listening their fear, I could not say, amen,

there? 'Faith, here's an English tailor come hither, When they did say, God bless us.

for stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor! Lady M. Consider it not so deeply!

here you may roast your goose. (Knocking.] Knock,

- But this Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce amen? knock! Never at quiet! What are you? I had most need of blessing, and amen

place is too cold for hell. I'll devilporter it no further: Stuck in my throat.

i had thought to have let in some of all professions, Lady M. These deeds must not be thought

that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. After these ways; so, it will make us mad.

(Knocking.) Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the Macb. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! porter!

(Opens the gate. Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep;

Enter MACDUFF and Lenox.
Sleep, that knits up the rarell’d sleave of care,

Macd. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
The death of each day's lise, sore labour's bath,

That you do lie so latc?
Balm of hurt minds, great rature's second course,

Port. 'Faith, sir, we were carousing till the second
Chief nourisher in life's feast;

cock:and drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things. Lady M. What do you mean?

Macd. What three things does drink especially pro

voke?
Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more! to all the house :
Glamis hath murder'd sleep; and

therefore Cawdor

Port. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!

Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes : it proLady M. Who was it, that thus cried ? Why, worthy therefore much drink may be said to be an equivoca

vokes the desire, butit takes away the performance: thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think

tor with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him ; it So brainsickly of things. — Go, get some water,

sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, And wash this filthy witness from your hand!

and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not Why did you bring these daggers from the place?

stand to: in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, They must lie there. Go, carry them, and smear

and, giving him the lie, leaves him. The sleepy grooms with blood ?

Macd. I believe, drink gave thee the lie last night. Macb. I'll go no more:

Port. That it did, sir, i'the very throat o' me. But I I am afraid to think, what I have done.

requited him for his lie; and, I think, being too strong, Look on't again, I dare not.

for him, though he took up my legs sometime, yet I Lady M. Infirm of purpose !

made a shift to cast him. Give me the daggers! The sleeping and the dead

Macd. Is thy master stirring? Are but as pictures : 'tis the eye of childhood,

Our knocking has awak'd him; here he comes. That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

Enter MACBETH. I'll gild the faces of the

Len. Good morrow, noble sir! grooms withal; For it must seem their guilt. (Exit. Knocking within.

Macb. Good morrow,

both! Macb. Whence is that knocking ?

Macd. Is the king stirring, worthy thane? when

Mucb. Not yet. every noise appals me? What hands are here? Ha! they pluck out mine eyes! I have almost slipp'd the hour.

Macd. He did command me to call timely on him; Willall great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will rather

Macb. I'll bring you to him. The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

Macd. I know, this is a joyful trouble to you; Making the green one red.

But yet’tis one.

Macb. The labour, we delight in, physicks pain.
Re-enter Lady MACBETH.

This is the door.
Lady M. My hands are of your colour; but I shame Macd. I'll

make so bold to call; To wear a heart so white. {Knock.] I hear a knocking For 'tis my limited service. [Exit Macduff: At the south entry: - retire we to our chamber! A little water clears us of this deed :

Len. Goes the king
How easy is it then? Your constancy

From hence to-day?
Macb. He does : – he did appoint it so.

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Len. The night has been unruly. Where we lay, The expedition of my violent love
Ourchimneys were blown down, and, as they say, Out-ran the pauser reason. -- llere lay Duncan,
Lamentings heard i'the air, strange screams of death ; His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood;
And prophecying, with accents terrible,

And his gash'd stabs look'dlike a breach in nature,
Ofdire combustion, and confus'd events,

For ruin's wastefulentrance: there, the murderers, Newhatch'd to the woeful time. The obscure bird Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers Clamour'd the live-long night. Some say, the earth Unmannerly breech'd with gore: Who could refrain, Was severous, and did shake.

That had a heart to love, and in that heart
Macb. 'Twas a rough night.

Courage, to make his love known?
Len. My young remembrance cannot parallel Ludy M. Help me lience, ho!
A fellow to it.

Mucd. Look to the lady!
Re-enter MACDUFF.

Mal. Why do we hold our tongues,
Mard. O horror! horror! horror! Tongue, nor heart, That most inay claim this argument for ours ?
Cannot conceive, nor name thee!

Don. What should be spoken here,
Macb. Len. What's the matter?

Where our fate, lid within an augre-hole, Macd. Confusion now hath made his master-piece! May rush, and seize us ? Let's away; our tears Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope

Are not yet brew'd. The Lord's anoicted temple, and stole thence

Mal. Nor our strong sorrow on The life oʻthe building.

The foot of motion. Macb. What is't you say? the life?

Ban. Look to the lady!
Len. Mean you his majesty ?

(Lady Macbeth is carried out.
Macd. Approach the chamber and destroy your sight And when we have ouwvaked frailties hid,
With a new Gorgon! Do not bid me speak! That suier in exposure, let us meet,
See, and then speak yourselves ! - Awake! Awake!- And question this most bloody piece of work,

(Exeunt Macbeth and Lenox. To kuoy it further! Fears and scruples shakeus: Riog the alarum-bell! - Murder! and treason! To the great hand of God I stayd, and, thence, Banquo, and Donalbain! Malcolm! awake!

Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit,

Oltreasonous malice.
And look on death itself! - Up, up, and see

Macb. And so do I.
The great doom's image! – Malcolm! Banquo! All. So all.
As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, Maců. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,
To countenance this horror!

[Bel rings. And meet i’the hall together.
Enter Lady Macbeth.

All. Well contented. (Exeunt all but Mal. and Don. Lady M. What's the business,

Mal. What will you do? Let's pot consort with them! That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley

To show an unfelt sorrow, is an office The sleepers of the house? speak, speak,

Which the false man does easy. I'll to England. Macd. O, gentle lady,

Don. To Ireland, I; our separate fortune 'Tis not for you to hear, what I can speak.

Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,
The repetition, in a woman's ear,

There's daggers in men's smiles : the near in blood,
Would murder as it fell. – 0 Banquo! Banquo ! The nearer bloody.
Enter Banguo.

Mal. This murderous shaft, that's shot,
Our royal master's murder'd !

Hath not yet lighted, and our satest way Lady M. Woe, alas !

Is, to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse! What, in our house?

And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, Bun. Too cruel, any where. –

But shift away! There's warrant in that theft, Dear Duff, I pr’ythee, contradict thyself,

Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.
And say, it is not so !

Re-enter Macbety and Leros,
Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance,

SCENE IV. -Without the castle.
I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,

Enter Rosse and an Old Man. There's nothing serious in mortality,

Old M. Threescore and tenI can remember well:
Allis but toys; renown, and grace is dead ;

Within the volume of which time I have seen
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Hours dreadful,and things strange ; bụt this sore night
Is left this vault to brag of.

Hath trifled former knowings.
Enter Malcolm and DonalBAIN.

Rosse. Ah, good father,
Don. What is amiss?

Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Macb. You are, and do not know it:

Threaten his bloody stage; by the clock, 'tis day, The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: Is stopp’d: the very source of it is stopp’d,

Is it night's predominaùce, or the day's shame, Mucd. Your royal father's murder'd.

That darkness does the face of earth intomb,
Mal. O, by whom?

When living light should kiss it?
Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had done't: Old M. 'Tis unnatural,
Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood, Even like the deed, that's done. On Tuesday last,
So were their daggers, which, unwip’d, we found A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
Upon their pillows:

Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd.
They star'd, and were distracted; no man's life Rosse. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange
Was to be trusted with them.

and certain !) Macb. O, yet I do repent me of my fury,

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, That I did kill them.

Turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Macd. Wherefore did you so?

Contending’gainst obedience, as they would make Macb. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and War with mankind. furious,

Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man :

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That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff: Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
Enter MACDUFF.

In England, and in Ireland, not confessing
How goes the world, sir, now?

Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
Macd. Why, see you not?

With strangeinvention. But of that to-morrow, Rosse. Is’t known, who did this more than bloody When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state, deed ?

Craving us jointly! Hie you to horse! Adieu,
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.

Till you return at night! Goes Fleance with you?
Rosse. Alas, the day!

Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call upon us. What good could they pretend ?

Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot;
Macd. They were suborn’d.

And so I do commend you to their backs.
Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,

Farewell!

[Exit Banquo.
Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Let every man be master of his time,
Suspicion of the deed.

Till seven at night. To make society
Rosse. 'Gaiust nature still :

The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
Thriftless ambition, that wilt raven up

Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!
Thine own life's means !— Then, 'tis most like,

[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, Ladies, etc. The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

Sirrah, a word! Attend those men our pleasure? Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone, Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace gate. To be invested.

Macb. Bring them before us !--[Exit Atten.] To be Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?

thus, is nothing;
Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill,

But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,

Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature
And guardian of their bones.

Keigns that, which would be fear’d. 'Tis much he
Rosse. Will you to Scone ?

dares;
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
Rosse. Well, I will thither.

He hath a wisdom, that doth guide his valour
Macd. Well, may you see things well done there!- To act insafety. There is none, but he,
adieu ! -

Whose being I do fear, and, under him,
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

My genius is rebuk'd, as, it is said,
Rosse. Father, farewell!

Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters,
Old. M. God's benison go with you, and with those, When first they put the name of king upon me,
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes ! And bade them speak to him; then, prophet-like,

[Exeunt. They hail'd him father to a line of kings:

Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,

And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
ACT III.

Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
SCENE I.Fores. A room in the palace. No son of mine succeeding. Jfit be so,
Enter Banquo.

For Banquo's issue have I fild my mind,
Ban. Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, For them the gracious Duncan have I murder’d,
As the weird women promis’d; and, I fear,

Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said, Only for them, and mine eternal jewel
It should not stand in thy posterity;

Given to the common enemy of man,
But that myself should be the root, and father To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
Of many kings. If there come truth from them, Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) And champion me to the utterance !--Who's there?
Why, by the verities on thee made good,

Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.
May they not be my oracles as well,

Now to the door, and stay there till we call !
And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more!

[Exit Attendant.
Senet sounded. Enter Maceeth, as King; Lady Mac- Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
beth, as Queen: Lexox, Rosse, Lords, Ladies, and i Mur. It was, so please your highness.
Attendants.

Macb. Well then, now
Mucb. Here's our chief guest.

Have you consider'd of my speeches ? Know,
Lady M. If he had been forgotten,

That it was he, in the times past, which held you
It had been as a gap in our great feast,

So under fortune ; which, you thought, had been
And all things unbecoming.

Our innocent self. This I made good to you
Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, In our last conference, pass’d in probation with you,
And I'll request your presence.

How you were borne in hand, how cross’d, thein-
Ban. Let your highness

struments, Command upon me; to the which my duties Who wrought with them, and all things else, that Are with a mostindissoluble tie

might,
For ever knit.

To half a soul, and a notion craz’d,
Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?

Say, Thus did Banquo.
Ban. Ay, my good lord.

1 Mur. You made it known to us.
Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice Macb. I did so, and went further, which is

now
(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,) Our point of second meeting. Do you find
In this day's council; but we'll talk to-morrow.
Is’t far you ride?

Your patience so predominantin your nature,

That you can let this go? Are you so gospellid,
Bun. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time To pray for that good man, and for his issue,
"Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the better, Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave,
I must become a borrower of the night,
For a dark hour, or twain.

And beggar'd yours for ever?

1 Mur. Weare men, my liege.
Macb. Fail notour feast!

Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ;
Ban. My lord, I will not.

As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,

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