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Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other.
eyes, That look'd upon 't. Here comes the good Macduff.
Roffe. Alas the day!
Macd. They were suborn'd;
Roffe. 'Gainst nature still;-
Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone
Rolle. Where is Duncan's body?
+ T. and all after, revin for raven.
• 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.
Macd. Carried to Colmkil,
Rolle. Will you to Scone?
Rolle. Farewel, Father.
Old M. God's benison go with you >, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
» R. P. T. and W. Colmes-bill; J. Colmes-fill.
* After you the three laft fo's, R. and C. read Sir.
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 found. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbetli,
Lenox, Rosse, Lords and Attendants.
Lady. If he had been forgotten,
Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, fir,
Ban. * Lay your & Highness' Command upon me; to the which my
Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?
Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice
Macb. Fail not our feast.
• 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
In England, and in Ireland, not confessing
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;
[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.
Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men
Ser. They are, my Lord, without the palace gate.
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.