Fleance, his son, that keeps him company, 2 Mur. SCENE II. The same. Another Room. Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant. Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court? [Exeunt. Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure For a few words. Serv. Madam, I will. Enter MACBETH. [Exit. How now, my lord! why do you keep alone, Macb. We have scotched the snake, not killed it; But let the frame of things disjoint, Both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Lady M. Come on, gentle my lord; Sleek o'er your rugged looks; be bright and jovial Macb. Disguising what they are. Lady M. What's to be done? And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Which keeps me pale!-Light thickens; and the crow Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; SCENE III. The same. [Exeunt. 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. 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. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day; To gain the timely inn; and near approaches 3 Mur. Hark! I hear horses. Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho! 2 Mur. Then it is he; the rest His horses go about. That are within the note of expectation, 1 Mur. 3 Mur. Almost a mile; but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk. Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, a Servant with a torch pre 2 Mur. 3 Mur. 1 Mur. Stand to't. ceding them. A light, a light! Ban. It will be rain to-night. 1 Mur. 'Tis he. Let it come down. [Assaults BANQUO. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou mayst revenge. O slave! [Dies. FLEANCE and Servant escape. 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? 1 Mur. Was't not the way? 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is filed. 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done. SCENE IV. A Room of State in the Palace. A Banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSSE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants. Macb. You know your own degrees; sit down: at first And last, the hearty welcome. Lords. Thanks to your majesty. Macb. Ourself will mingle with society, And play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time, We will require her welcome. Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; For my heart speaks, they are welcome. Enter first Murderer, to the door. Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst: Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats. Yet he's good, That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, Thou art the nonpareil. Mur. Fleance is 'scaped. Most royal sir, Macb. Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; As broad and general as the casing air: But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in The least a death to nature. Macb. Thanks for that. There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled, No teeth for the present.- Get thee gone; to-morrow Lady M. 'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home; Macb. Sweet remembrancer! Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! Len. May it please your highness, sit? [The ghost of BANQUO rises, and sits in MACBETH'S place. Macb. Here had we now our country's honor roofed, Were the graced person of our Banquo present; Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Than pity for mischance! Rosse. His absence, sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness To grace us with your royal company? Macb. The table's full. Len. Macb. Here's a place reserved, sir. Where? Len. Here, my good 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 He will again be well. If much you note him, Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M. Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.- Those that we bury, back, our monuments Lady M. [Ghost disappears. What! quite unmanned in folly? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Fie, for shame! Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the general weal; Ay, and since, too, murders have been performed That, when the brains were out, the man would die, U |