" 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : "The repetition in a woman's ear, 250 "Would murder as it fell."-O Banquo! Banquo! Enter BANQUO. Our royal master's murder'd! Lady. "Woe, alas! "*What, in our house?" Ban. "Too cruel, any where." " *Dear Duff," I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH, and LENOX. Mac. Had I but dy'd an hour before this chance, I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown, and grace, is dead; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Enter MALCOLM, and DONALBAIN. Don. What is amiss? Mac. You are, and do not know it! 261 Ί The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Is stopt; the very source of it is stopt. Macd. Your royal father's murder'd, Mal. Oh, by whom? W 4270 Len. Those of his chamber, as it seem'd, had don't: Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood*,, So were their daggers, which, unwipid, we found Upon their pillows; they star'd, and were distracted; No man's life was to be trusted with them. Mac. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, That I did kill them. Macd. Wherefore did you so? Mac. Who can be wise, amaz'd, temperate, and furious, Loyal and neutral in a moment? No man : Out-ran the pauser reason.-*Here lay Duncan, 280 And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature, That most may claim this argument for ours? Where our fate, hid within an augre-hole, May rush, and seize us? Let's away, our tears Are not yet brew'd. 290 Mal. Nor our strong sorrow Upon the foot of motion. } Ban." Look to the lady 300 "And when we have our naked frailties hid, "That suffer in exposure*," let us meet, And And question this most bloody piece of work, Mac. And so do I. All. So all. Mac. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i'the hall together. All. Well contented. i 310 [Exeunt. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them: To shew an unfelt sorrow, is an office Which the false man does easy: I'll to England. Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, Mal. *This murderous shaft that's shot, 320 [Exeunt. SCENE IV. `. Enter RossE, with an OLD MAN. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well: Within the volume of which time, I have seen Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings. Rosse. Ah, good father, 330 Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act Old M. 'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, A faulcon, towring "in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd. 340 Rosse. And Duncan's horses, a thing most strange, and certain; 1 Beauteous, and swift, "the minions of their race, Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff: Enter MACDUFF. How goes the world, Sir, now? Macd. Why, see you not? 350 Rosse. Is't known, who did this more than bloody deed? Macd. Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Rosse. Alas, the day! *What good could they pretend? Macd. They were suborn'd: Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Rosse. 'Gainst nature still Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up 'Thine own life's means!-Then 'tis most like*, The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. 360 Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Sconę, To be invested. Rosse. Where is Duncan's body? Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill*; The sacred store-house of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones. Rosse. Will you to Scone? Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Rosse. Well, I will thither. 879 Macd. Well, may you see things well done there; -adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! Rosse. "Farewel, father." Old M. "God's benison go with you; and with those "That would make good of bad, and friends of "foes!" [Exeunt. ACT |