To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.

3 Mur.

Hark! I hear horses.

Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho!
2 Mur.

That are within the note of expectation,
Already are i' the court.

1 Mur.

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

2 Mur.

3 Mur.

1 Mur. Stand to't.

ceding them.

A light, a light!

Ban. It will be rain to-night.

1 Mur.

'Tis he.

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 fled.

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 Banquet 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 Murderer, to the door.

Macb. 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.

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.

Fleance is 'scaped.

Most royal sir,

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,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

The least a death to nature.

Macb.

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-morrow
We'll hear ourselves again.
[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.

Macb.

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,

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

Macb. The table's full.

Len.

Macb.

Here's a place reserved, sir.

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.
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,

Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!

Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.

Macb. 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.

[Ghost disappears.

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
Than such a murder is.

Lady M.

My worthy lord,

I do forget.

Your noble friends do lack you.
Macb.

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,

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.

Macb. Avaunt! 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 M.

Think of this, good peers,

But as a thing of custom. 'Tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare:

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,
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:
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!

[Ghost disappears. Unreal mockery, hence!-Why, so;-being gone, I am a man again.- 'Pray you, sit still.

Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good

meeting,

With most admired disorder.

Macb.

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 cheeks,

When mine are blanched with fear.

Rosse.

What sights, my lord?

Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and

worse;

Question enrages him. At once, good night.

Stand not upon the order of your going,

But go at once.
Len.

Good night, and better health

A kind good night to all!

Attend his majesty!
Lady M.

[Exeunt Lords and Attendants.

Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood; Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augures and understood relations have,

By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth
The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night?

Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding?

Lady. M.

Did you send to him, sir? Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send: There's not a one of them, but in his house

I keep a servant feed. I will, to-morrow,

(And betimes I will,) to the weird sisters.

More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
All causes shall give way: I am in blood

Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted, ere they may be scanned.

Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. Macb. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use.

We are yet but young in deed.

[Exeunt.

Enter HECATE, meeting the three Witches.

1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reason, beldames, as you are, Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare

To trade and traffic with Macbeth,

In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never called to bear my part,