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Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
'Tis unnatural, 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 horse',(51)-a thing most strange and
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
'Tis said they eat each other. Ross. They did so,-to th' amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon't.-Here comes the good Macduff.
How goes the world, sir, now?
Why, see you not?
Ross. Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?
Alas, the day!
What good could they pretend?
Suspicion of the deed.
Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone
To be invested.
And guardian of their bones.
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Well, I will thither.
Macd. Well, may you see things well done there,-
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
Ross. Farewell, father.
Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those
Will you to Scone?
SCENE I. Forres. A room in the palace.
Ban. Thou hast it now,-king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said
But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them,—
upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,—
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
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.
And I'll request your presence.
If he had been forgotten,
To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
Let your highness
Command upon me ;(53) to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
For ever knit.
Macb. Ride you this afternoon?
Ay, my good lord.
Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
For a dark hour or twain.
Fail not our feast.
With strange invention: but of that to-morrow;
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night; to make society
Till supper-time alone: while then, God b' wi' you!
Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace-gate.
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. There is none but he
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
Given to the common enemy of man,
He chid the sisters,
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.
Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
consider'd of my speeches? Know
That it was he, in the times past, which held
you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the instruments,
Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
Say "Thus did Banquo."
You made it known to us.
Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now
Well then, now
That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd,
you to the grave,
We are men, my liege. Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are clept All by the name of dogs: the valu'd file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive Particular addition, from the bill
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
I do to spite the world.
And I another,
To mend it, or be rid on't.
True, my lord.
Macb. 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 barefac'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
Both of you