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As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine-
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
If he had been forgotten,
And all-thing unbecoming.
And I'll request your presence.
Let your highness Command upon me, to the which
duties Are with a most indissoluble tie
For ever knit. Macb. Ride
this afternoon ? Ban. Ay, my good lord.
20 Macb. We should have else desired your good advice, Which still hath been both
prosperous, In this day's council ; but we 'll take to-morrow.
Is’t far you ride?
'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.
In England and in Ireland, not confessing
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? Ban. Ay, my good lord : our time does call upon o's. Macb. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot,
And so I do commend you to their backs.
[Exit Banquo. 40
[Exeunt all but Macbeth and an Attendant. Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
Our pleasure ?
Macb. Bring them before us.
To be thus is nothing ;
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.
Well then, now
past which held
you So under fortune, which you thought had been Our innocent self: this I made good to you In our last conference; pass'd in probation with you,
80 How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the
Say Thus did Banquo.'
You made it known to us. Macb. I did 80; and went further, which is now
Our point of second meeting. Do you find
you to the
That you can let this go? Are you so gospelld,
pray for this good man and for his issue,
grave 90 And beggar'd yours for ever? First Mur.
We are men, my liege. Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ;
As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
bosoms Whose execution takes your enemy off, Grapples you to the heart and love of
us, Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
I am one, my liege,