Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, 'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, all, As the weird women promised; and I fear Thou play'dst most foully for 't: yet it was said, But that myself should be the root and father Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH as King; LADY Macb. Here's our chief guest. If he had been forgotten, And all things unbecoming. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I'll request your presence. Reigns that which would be feared: 't is much he Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave, dares; And to that dauntless temper of his mind, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped That writes them all alike and so of men. 2nd Mur. To make them kings; the seed of Banquo kings! Which in his death were perfect. Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. Was it not yesterday we spoke together? you, I am one, my liege, 1st Mur. And I another, So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune, Macb. Know Banquo was your enemy. 2nd Mur. True, my lord. Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody dis- That every minute of his being thrusts How you were borne in hand; how crossed; the With barefaced power sweep him from my sight, And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, instruments; Who wrought with them; and all things else, that For certain friends that are both his and mine, might, To half a soul, and to a notion crazed, Say, "Thus did Banquo." 1st Mur. You made it known to us. Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall 2nd Mur. We shall, my lord, 1st Mur. Though our lives But let the frame of things disjoint, Macb. Your spirits shine through you. With- Both the worlds suffer, in this hour, at most, I will advise you where to plant yourselves; How now, my lord? why do you keep alone, died Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, With them they think on? Things without all Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; remedy, Should be without regard: what's done, is done. And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, crow it: She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor Makes wing to the rooky wood: malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, [Assaults BANQUO. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou mayst revenge. O slave! [Dies. FLEANCE and Servant escape. 3rd Mur. Who did strike out the light? 1st Mur. Was 't not the way? 3rd Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. Mur. Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; With twenty trenchéd gashes on his head; 2nd Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. The least a death to nature. Macb. Thanks for that: Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's Which might appal the devil. fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed; Lady M. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: No teeth for the present. Get thee gone; to- This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts morrow We'll hear ourselves again. My royal lord, [Exit Murderer. (Impostors to true fear) would well become Lady M. You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold That is not often vouched, while 'tis a making, 'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all 's done, You look but on a stool. Macb. Pr'y thee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.- Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; And there an end: but now, they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools: this is more strange Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing 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, You shall offend him, and extend his passion: Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man? To those that know me. to all; Come, love and health Then I'll sit down:- Give me some wine; fill full: I drink to the general joy of the whole table, |