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The subject of our watch.
Hark! I hear horses.
Then 'tis he: the rest
Already are i' the court. First Mur.
about. Third Mur. Almost a mile: but he does usually
So all men do—from hence to the palace gate
Make it their walk. Sec. Mur.
A light, a light!
Enter Banquo, and Fleance with a torch.
Let it come down.
[They set upon Banquo. Ban. O, treachery ! Fly, good Fleance, iy, fly, fly! Thou mayst revenge.
[Dies. Fleance escapes. Third Mur. Who did strike out the light? First Mur.
Was 't not the way? Third Mur. There's but one down; the son is filed. Sec. Mur.
We have lost 20
Best half of our affair. First Mur. Well, let's away and say how much is done.
Hall in the palace.
A banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth,
Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants. Macb. You know your own degrees ; sit down : at first
And last a hearty welcome. Lords.
Thanks to your majesty. Macb. Ourself will mingle with society
And play the humble host.
We will require her welcome.
Enter first Murderer to the door.
The table round. [Approaching the door] There's
blood upon thy face.
Is he dispatch'd ?
Thou art the nonpareil.
Most royal sir,
To saucy doubts and fears.—But Banquo's safe?
With twenty trenched gashes on his head ;
The least a death to nature.
Thanks for that.
that's fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed, 30
No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
We'll hear ourselves again. [Exit Murderer. Lady M.
My royal lord,
Meeting were bare without it.
Sweet remembrancer! Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both ! Len.
May't please your highness sit. [The Ghost of Banquo enters, and sits in Macbeth's place. Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, 40
Were the graced person of our Banquo present ;
Than pity for mischance !
His absence, sir,
To grace us with your royal company.
Here is a place reserved, sir.
Len. Here, my good lord. What is 't that moves your
highness? Macb. Which of you have done this ? Lords.
What, my good lord ? Macb. Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
locks at me.
And hath been from his youth : pray you, keep seat ;
a man? Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.