Mach. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. It is concluded:—Banquo, thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exeunt. Another room. SCENE II.-The same. Enter Lady MACBETH and a Servant. Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court? Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his For a few words. Serv. [leisure Where our desire is got without content: "Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy. Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord? why do you keep alone, But let malice The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds' suffer, In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, i. e. Heaven and Earth. 2 agony. Malice domestick, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further! Gentle, my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Present him eminence,' both with eye and tongue : Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; What's to be done? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, "Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling3 night, Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; 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; 1i. e. do him the highest honours. The copy, or lease, by which they hold their lives from nature; or perhaps we may understand merely the human form. 3 blinding. Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill:. So, pr'ythee, go with me. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. 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. Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho! 2 Mur. Hark! I hear horses. Then it is he; the rest His horses go about. That are within the note of expectation," Already are i' th' court. 1 Mur. 3 Mur. Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to th' palace gate Make it their walk. Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, a Servant with a torch preceding them. Ban. O, treachery, Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou may'st revenge.-O slave! [Dies. Fleance and Servant escape. 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? 1 Mur. Was't not the way?1 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done. [Exeunt. 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 And last, the hearty welcome. [first 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 For my heart speaks, they are welcome. Enter first Murderer to the door. [friends; Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks : Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i' th' midst : Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within.3 the best way to escape discovery. 2 Perhaps we should read, And last, &c. -to first 3 Banquo's blood is better without thee than within him. Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the best o' th' cut-throats: Yet he's good, That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, Thou art the nonpareil. Mur. Fleance is 'scap'd. Most royal sir, [perfect: Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; As broad, and general, as the casing air: Macb. Thanks for that: 2 There the grown serpent' lies; the worm, that's fled, gone; to-morrow [Exit Murderer. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold,3 Macb. Sweet remembrancer!— Now, good digestion wait on appetite, 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 honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; 1 Banquo. 2 Fleance. 3 i. e. the feast sold, and cannot be called a gift, that is not given cheerfully. |