I do to spite the world. First Mur. Macb. And I another So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, To mend it or be rid on 't. Both of you Know Banquo was your enemy. Both Mur. True, my lord. Macb. So is he mine, and in such bloody distance That every minute of his being thrusts Against my near'st of life: and though I could Sec. Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. First Mur. 120 Though our lives Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most I will advise you where to plant yourselves, Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, 130 : To leave no rubs nor botches in the work— Than is his father's, must embrace the fate We are resolved, my lord 140 Both Mur. [Exeunt Murderers. It is concluded: Banquo thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exit. Scene II. The palace. Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant. Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court? Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure Serv. Madam, I will. [Exit. Lady M. Nought 's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content: Enter Macbeth. 9 How now, my lord! why do you keep alone, She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, grave; 21 Can touch him further. Lady M. Come on; Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night. Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue: Must lave our honours in these flattering streams, Disguising what they are. Lady M. Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy 's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; 30 40 Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown Lady M. What's to be done? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps ine pale! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: 50 do rouse. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, [Exeunt. Scene III. A park near the palace. Enter three Murderers. First Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? Third Mur. Macbeth. Sec. Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers Our offices, and what we have to do, To the direction just. First Mur. Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: To gain the timely inn, and near approaches |