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Both sides are even : here I'll sit i'the midst :
Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measare
The table round. There's blood upon thy face.
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

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;
Meeting were bare without it.
Enter the Ghost of BANQU0*, and sits in MACBETH'S

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

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,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness
To grace us with your royal company ?

Mac. The table's full.
Len. Here is a place reserv'd, sir.

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 ;
Feed, and regard him not.-Are you a man ?

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,

Re-enter Ghost.
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, 358
* And all to all.

Lords. Our duties and the pledge.
Mac. Avant! and quit my sight! Let the earth

hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!

Lady. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom :: 'tis no other ;
Only k spoils the pleasure of the time.

Mac. What man dare, I dare :
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The armd phinoceros, or the Hyrcan tyger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;


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*If trembling I inhabit, then protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!—Why, so ;--being gone,
I am a man again.--Pray you, sit still.

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

worse ;
Question enrages him : at once, good niglit
Stand not upon the order of your going, có
But go at once.

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?


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