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Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
I am one, my liege,
True, my lord.
Mac. 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,
Both of you
That I to your assistance do make love;
We shall, my lord,
Perform what you command us.
Mac. Your spirits shine through you.
I will advise you where to plant yourselves.
I'll come to you anon.
We are resolv'd, my lord. Mac. 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.
Though our lives-
THE SAME. ANOTHER ROOM.
Enter Lady Macbeth, and a Servant.
Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court?
Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his
For a few words.
Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
Madam, I will.
How now, my lord? why do you keep alone,
With them they think on? Things without remedy, Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
Mac. 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.
The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,
That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestick, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further!
Lady M. Come on;
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Must lave our honours in these flattering streams;
You must leave this.
The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done. A deed of dreadful note.
What's to be done? Mac. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
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
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowze; Whiles night's black agents to their prey
Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
THE SAME. A PARK OR LAWN, WITH A GATE LEADING TO THE PALACE.
Enter three Murderers.
1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? 3 Mur.
2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he de
Our offices, and what we have to do,
To the direction just.
Then stand with us.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Now spurs the lated traveller apace,
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
Hark! I hear horses.
Ban. [within.] Give us a light there, ho! 2 Mur. Then it is he; the rest That are within the note of expectation, Already are i'the court.
His horses go about. 3 Mur. Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk.