2 Mur. He needs not our miftruft, fince he delivers Our Offices, and what we have to do, To the direction juft. I Mur. Then ftand with us. The Weft yet glimmers with fome streaks of Day. To gain the timely Inn, and near approaches 3 Mur. Hark, I hear Horses. Banquo within. Give us a Light there, ho. The reft, that are within the note of expectation, I Mur. His Horfes go about. 3 Mur. Almoft a Mile: but he does ufually, So all Men do, from hence to th' Palace Gate, Make it their walk. Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a Torch. 2 Mur. A Light, a Light. 3 Mur. 'Tis he. 1 Mur. Stand to't. Ban. It will be rain to Night. [They fall upon Banquo and kill him; in the fcuffle Fleance escapes. 1 Mur. Let it come down. Ban. O, Treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly, Thou may'ft revenge. O Slave! 3 Mur. Who did ftrike out the Light? 1 Mur. Was't not the way? 3 Mur. There's but one down; the Son is fled. Beft half of our Affair. [Dies. 1 Mur.Well, let's away, and fay how much is done. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Room of State. A Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Roffe, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants. Mach. You know your own Degrees, fit down: At first and laft, the hearty welcome. Lords. Thanks to your Majefty. Mach. Our felf will mingle with Society, And And play the humble Host: Our Hostess keeps her State, but in the best time We will require her welcome. [They fit. Lady. Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our Friends. For my Heart speaks, they are welcome. Enter firft Murtherer. Mach. See they encounter thee with their Hearts thanks, Both fides are even here I'll fit i'th' mid'st, Be large in Mirth, anon we'll drink a Measure The Table round. There's Blood upon thy Face. [To the Mur. Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then. Mach. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he dispatch'd? Mur. My Lord, his Throat is cut, that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the best o'th' Cut-throats; yet he's good, That did the like for Fleance: if thou did'ft it, Thou art the Non-pareil. Mur. Moft Royal Sir, Fleance is 'fcap'd. Macb. Then comes my Fit again: I had elfe been perfect; Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rock, But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in Mur. Ay, my good Lord: fafe 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 lyes, the Worm that's fled No Teeth for th' prefent. Get thee gone, to morrow Lady. My Royal Lord, [Exit Murtherer. You do not give the Cheer; the Feast is fold 'Tis given with welcome; to feed were beft at home; The Ghoft of Banquo rifes, and fits in Macbeth's place. Now good Digeftion wait on Appetite, And And Health on both. Len. May't please your Highnefs, fit. Macb. Here had we now our Country's Honour, roofd, Were the grac'd Perfon of our Banquo prefent; Who may I rather challenge for Unkindness, Than pity for Mifchance. Roffe. His abfence, Sir, Lays blame upon his promife. Pleas't your Highness [Starting. To grace us with your Royal Company? Mach. The Table's full. Len. Here is a place referv'd, Sir. Len. Here, my good Lord. What is't that moves your Highness? Mach. Which of you have done this? Macb. Thou canst not fay I did it: never fhake Roffe. Gentlemen rife, his Highness is not well. Lady. Sit, worthy Friends, my Lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth. Pray you keep feat, The fit is momentary, upon a Thought He will again be well. If much you note him You fhall offend him, and extend his Paffion, Feed, and regard him not. Are you a Man? [To Macbeth. Lady. O, proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; This is the Air-drawn-Dagger which you faid You look but on a stool. Macb. Prithee fee there: Behold! look! loe! how fay you! [Pointing to the Ghoft. Shall Shall be the Maws of Kites. [The Ghost vanishes. Lady. What? quite unmann'd in Folly? Mach. If I ftand here, I faw him. Lady. Fie for fhame. Macb. Blood hath been shed e'er now, i'th' olde time F'er humane Statue purg'd the gentle Weal; Ay, and fince too, Murthers have been perform'd Lady. My worthy Lord, Your Noble Friends do lack you. Do not mufe at me, my moft worthy Friends, To those that know me. Come, Love and Health to all, [As he is drinking, the Ghoft rifes again just before him. I drink to th' general joy of the whole Table, And to our dear Friend Banquo, whom we mifs, Would he were here; to all, and him, we thirst, And all to all. Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avant, and quit my fight, let the Earth hide thee; Thy Bones are marrowlefs; thy Blood is cold; Thou haft no fpeculation in thofe Eyes, Which thou doft glare with. Lady. Think of this, good Peers, Approach thou like the rugged Russian Bear, Unreal Mock'ry hence. Why fo,be gone I am a Man again: pray you fit ftill. [The Ghoft vanishes. [The Lords rife. Lady. You have difplac'd the Mirth, broke the good Meeting, With moft admir'd diforder. Macb. Can fuch things be, And overcome us like a Summer's Cloud Without our special wonder? You make me strange, Even to the difpofition that I owe, When now I think you can behold fuch fights, And keep the natural Ruby of your Cheeks, Roffe. What fights, my Lord? Lady. I pray you speak not; he grows worfe and worse, Question enrages him: at once, Good-night. Stand not upon the order of your going, Bit go at once. Len. Good-night, and better Health Attend his Majefty. Lady. A kind Good-night to all. [Exeunt Lords. Mach. It will have Blood they fay; Blood will have Blood: Stones have been known to move, and Trees to fpeak; Augures, that understood Relations, have By Maggot-Pyes, and Choughs, and Rooks brought forth Lady. Did you fend to him, Sir? Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will fend: I keep a Servant Fee'd. I will to Morrow Strange things I have in Head, that will to Hand, Lady. |