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Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, oflung out,
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would
Make war with P mankind.

Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other.
Rofle. They did so, to th' amazement of mine

eyes, That look'd upon 't. Here comes the good Macduff.

Enter Macduff.
How goes the world, Siry now?
Macd. Why, see you not?
Rolle. Is 't known, who did this more than bloody deed?
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath sain.

Roffe. Alas the day!
What good could they pretend?

Macd. They were suborn'd;
Malcolm, and Donalbain, the King's two sons,
Are. Atoľn away and fled; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.

Roffe. 'Gainst nature still;-
Thriftless ambition that will' raven . upon
Thine own • life's means. .' Then 'tis most like,
The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone
To be invested,

Rolle. Where is Duncan's body?

+ T. and all after, revin for raven.
s The firft f. T. and all after him,

• T. reads ibe for ibeir, with great probability.

• The two first fo's, fong for flung. P P. and all after, men for mankindo

Ti's octavo, ere for swerte

up for upon.

+ Fo's and R. lives.
· H. Wby then it is moff like, &c.

Macda

Macd. Carried to Colmkil,
The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones.

Rolle. Will you to Scone?
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.;
Rolle. Well, I will thither.
Macd. Well, may you see things well done there

(adieu!)
Left our old robes fit easier than our new.

Rolle. Farewel, Father.

Old M. God's benison go with you >, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

[Exeunt.

» R. P. T. and W. Colmes-bill; J. Colmes-fill.

* After you the three laft fo's, R. and C. read Sir.

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Ban. THOU haft it now; King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

As the weïrd women promis'd; and I fear Thou playd'it most foully for 't: yet it was said, It should not stand in thy posterity; But that myself should be the root and father Of many kings. If there come truth from them, (As 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.

Not described in the fo's; R. P. a Sće note 2 upos A& I. Sc. II. and H. A royal apartment.

b The two last fo's, womer for Wc· P. and all after, except G. omit mene

Trumpets

* Trumpets found. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbetli,

Lenox, Rosse, Lords and Attendants.
Macb. Here's our chief guest.

Lady. If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all things unbecoming.

Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, fir,
And I'll request your presence.

Ban. * Lay your & Highness' Command upon me; to the which my

duties
Are with a most indissoluble tye.
For ever knit.

Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?
Ban. Ay, my good Lord.

Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice
(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous)
In this day's council; but we'll take to-inorrow.
Is 't far

you

ride?
Ban. As far, my Lord, as 'will fill up the time
'Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.

Macb. Fail not our feast.
Ban. My Lord, I will not.
Macb. We hear our bloody coufins are bestow'd

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• The fo's, Senit founded, &c. Lenox, &c. where Lady stands for Lady

The fo's, Lady Lenox; &c.' But Macberb. this seems only an omisfion of a com-' e The first f. all-ebing for all rbings. ma; it should have been printed, Lady, f The fo's, Let for Lay."

& R. Highness'so

you?

In England, and in Ireland, not confessing
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
With strange invention; but of that to-morrow,
When therewithal we shall have cause of state,
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse. Adieu,
Till

you return at night. Goes Fleance with Ban. Ay, my good Lord; our time does call' upon 's.

Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot;
And so I do commend you to their backs.
Farewel. -

[Exit Banquo. Let every

inan be master of his time 'Till seven at night; to make society The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself 'Till fupper-time alone; k while then, God be with you.

[' Exeunt Lady Macbeth, and Lords.

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Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men
Our pleasure?

Ser. They are, my Lord, without the palace gate.
Macb. Bring them before us. [Exit Serv.] To be thus

is nothing;

h P. and all after omit you.

* So all before P; he and all after, i So all before P; he and all afier, except C. till for wbile. upon us for upon's.

| The fo's, Exeunt Lords only.

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