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Enter Banquo, and Fleance; a Servant with a

torch preceding them. 2 Mur.

A light, a light! 3 Mur.

'Tis he. 1 Mur. Stand to't. Ban. It will be rain to-night. 1 Mur.

Let it come down.

[assaults Banquo. 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? 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, Lenor, Lords, and Attendants. Mac. You know your own degrees, sit down: at

first, And last, the hearty welcome. Lords.

Thanks to your majesty. Mac. 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

friends;
For my heart speaks, they are welcome.

Enter first Murderer, to the door.
Mac. See, they encounter thee with their hearts’

thanks:
Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst:
Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure
The table round.---There's blood upon thy face.

Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

Mac. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he despatch'd ? Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for

him. Mac. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: Yet

he's good,
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil.
Mur.

Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scap'd.
Mac. Then comes my fit again: I had else been

perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; As broad, and general, as the casing air: But now, I am cabin’d, cribb’d, confin’d, bound in

saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

To

The least a death to nature.
Mac.

Thanks for that:
There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled,
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present.-Get thee

gone; to-mor

row

Lady M.

We'll hear, ourselves again. [Exit Murderer.

My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold,
That is not often vouch'd, while ’tis a making,
'Tis given with welcome: To feed, were best at

home;
From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.
Mac.

Sweet remembrancer!
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
Len.

May it please your highness sit? [The ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in

Macbeth's place.
Mac. Here had we now our country's honour

roof'd,
Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present;
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness,
Than pity for mischance!
Rosse.

His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your high-

ness

To grace us with your royal company?

Mac. The table's full.
Len.

Here is a place reserv’d, sir. Mac. Where?

E

Len.

Here, my lord. What is't that moves your highness? Mac. Which of you have done this? Lords.

What, my good lord? Mac. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.

Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends:—my lord is often

thus, And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep seat; The fit is momentary; upon a thought He will again be well: If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion; Feed, and regard him not. —Are you a man?

Mac. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M.

O

proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts, (Impostors to true fear,) would well become A woman's story, at a winter's fire, Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, You look but on a stool. Mac. Pr’ythee, see there! behold! look! lo!

how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send · Those that we bury, back, our monuments Shall be the maws of kites.

Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly? Lady M.

Mac. If I stand here, I saw him.

Fie, for shame! Mac. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden

time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would

die,
And there an end: but now, they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: This is more strange
Than such a murder is.

My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
Mac.

I do forget:-
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to

all; Then I'll sit down:Give me some wine, fill

full: I drink to the general joy of the whole table,

Lady M.

Ghost rises. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, And all to all. Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Mac. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth

hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

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