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Both sides are even : here I'll sit i'the midst :
260 Mac. *'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he dispatch'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 non-pareil."
Mur. Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scaped.
Mac. Then comes my fit again :I had else been perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
270 As broad, and general, as the casing air : But now, I am cabin'd, cribb’d, confin'd, bound in To 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; The least a death to nature.
Mac. Thanks for that: There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's filed, Hath nature that in time will venom breed, No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to morrow We'll hear, ourselves again. [Exit Murderer. *281
Lady. 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 honie ;
From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony;
290 Len. May it please your highness sit.
Mac. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; Who inay I rather challenge for unkindness, Than pity for mischance!
Rosse. His absence, sir,
Mac. The table's full.
300 Mac. Where? Len. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves
your highness? Mac. Which of you have done this? Lords. What, my good lord ?
Mac. Thou can'st not say, I did it : never shake Thy goary locks at me.
Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not welt.
Lady. 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
310 He will again be well : if much you note him,
You shali offend him, and extend liis passion ;
Mac. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might apall the devil.
Lady. *O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-elrawn-dagger, which, -you said, Led you to Duncan. "Oh, these flaws, and starts, I (Impostors to true fear) would well become
320 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 cans't 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. What! quite unmann'd in folly? 330 Mac. If I stand here, I saw him. Lady. Fie, for shame! Mac. Blood hath been shed ere now, if the olden
time, *Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders liave been perform'd. Too terrible for the ear': the times have been, Thai, 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.
341 Lady. 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,
Lords. Our duties and the pledge.
Lady. Think of this, good peers,
*If trembling I inhabit, then protest me
370 Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the
good meeting, With most admir'd disorder.
Mat. *Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ? *You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheek, When mine is blanch'd with fear*. : Rosse. What sights, my lord ?
380 Lady. I pray you, speak' not; he grows worse and
en tend Len. Good night, and better health b , net , Attend his majesty! 10.,
Lady. A kind good night to all b to Exeunt Lords. Mac. It will have blood, they say a biodd will have
blood : wie powies usi: 17. ? Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; * Augurs, and understood relations, have 390 By magot-pies, and choughs, i and books, brought
forth The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?