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To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
: Hark! I hear horses.
Then it is he; the rest
His horses go about. 3 Mur. Almost a mile ; but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk. Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, a Servant with a torch pre
ceding them. 2 Mur.
A light, a light!
. Let it come down.
[Assaults BANQUO. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou mayst 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 filed. 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
SCENE IV. A Room of State in the Palace. A Ban
quet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, Rosse, Lenox, "Lords,
and Attendants. Macb. You know your own degrees ; sit down: at first And last, the hearty welcome. Lords.
Thanks to your majesty. Macb. 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 Murdefer, to the door.
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's, then.
Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he despatched ?
Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
Macb. 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 'scaped.
Macb. 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 cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
Mur. Ay, my good lord; safe in a ditch he bides,
Thanks for that.-
[Exit Murderer. Lady M.
My royal lord, You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold, That is not often vouched 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. Maco.
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. Macb. Here had we now our country's honor roofed, Were the graced person of our Banquo present; Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Than pity for mischance! Rosse.
His absence, sir,
Me the a rather hance
Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness
Here's a place reserved, sir. Macb.
Where? 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 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?
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M. is
O proper stuff!
[Ghost disappears. Lady M.
What! quite unmanned in folly ? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Lady M.
Fie, for shame! Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the general weal; Ay, and since, too, murders have been performed 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
My worthy lord,
I do forget.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Think of this, good peers,
Macb. What man dare, I dare:
; [Ghost disappears.
Can such things be,
What sights, my lord ?
Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and
Good night, and better health
. [Exeunt Lords and Attendants.
Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. .
Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person,
Did you send to him, sir?
Macb. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self abuse
SCENE V. The Heath. Thunder.
Enter HECATE, meeting the three Witches.
Hec. Have I not reason, beldames, as you are,