Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood.

The nearer bloody.
Mal.
This murderous shaft that's shot
Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way
Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse;
And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, 150
But shift away: there's warrant in that theft
Which steals itself, when there's no mercy
left.
[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Outside Macbeth's castle.

Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame, That darkness does the face of earth entomb, When living light should kiss it?

Old M. 'Tis unnatural, 10 Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,

A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

Ross. And Duncan's horses-a thing most strange and certain

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,

Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make

Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Ross.
Macd. Well, may you see things well done

there adieu!

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
Ross. Farewell, father.

Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those

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That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I. Forres. The palace.

Enter BANQUO.

Ban. Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

As the weird women promised, and, I fear, Thou play'dst most foully for't yet it was

said

And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.
Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king,
LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, Ross,
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.

Macb. Here's our chief guest.
Lady M.

If he had been forgotten,

It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all-thing unbecoming.

Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper,

sir,

And I'll request your presence.

Ban.

Let your highness

Command upon me; to the which my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie

For ever knit.

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All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill
That writes them all alike and so of men.
Now, if you have a station in the file,
Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;
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 sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.

Sec. Mur.
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what 110
I do to spite the world.
First Mur.
And I another
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune!
That I would set my life on any chance, f

To mend it, or be rid on't.

Macb.

Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy.

Both Mur.
True, my lord.
Macb. So is he mine; and in such bloody

distance, Auch

We shall my lord, Perform what you command us

First Mur.

Though our livesMacb. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most

I will advise you where to plant yourselves; Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, The moment on't; for't must be done tonight, 131

And something from the palace; always thought

That I require a clearness: and with him
To leave no rubs nor botches in the work.
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
I'll come to you anon.
Both Mur. We are resolved, my lord.
Macb. I'll call upon you straight: abide
within.
[Exeunt Murderers. 140
It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exit.

Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; 30 Present him eminence, both with eye and

Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's 41

summons

The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall
be done
A deed of dreadful note.
Lady M.
What's to be done?
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dear-
est chuck,

Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,

Scarf 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 crow

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Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse.
While night's black agents to their preys do

rouse.

Thon marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still: [ill. Things bad begun make strong themselves by So, prithee, go with me.

[Exeunt.