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Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
Rosse. Ah, good father,
Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,
Threaten his bloody stage : by the clock, 'tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
Is it night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth intomb,
When living light should kiss it ?
Old M. 'Tis unnatural,
Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,
A faulcon, tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at, and kill'd.
340 Rosse. And Duncan's horses (a thing most strange,
and certain), Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would Make war with mankind. Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine
eyes, That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Mac
How goes the world, sir, now?
Macd. Why, see you not ?
350 Rosse. Is't known, who did this more than bloody deed?
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Rosse. Alas, the day!
What good could they pretend?
Maed. They were suborn'd:
Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
Are stol'n away and fled: which puts upon then
Suspicion of the deed.
Rosse. 'Gainst nature stili:
Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up
Thine own life's means !--Then 'tis most like,
The sovereignty will fall upon
Macd. He is already nan'd; and gone to Scone,
To be invested.
Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;
The sacred store-house of his predecessors,
And guardian of their bones
Rosse. Will you to Scone?
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Rosse. Well, I will thither.
Macd. Well, may you see things well done there;
Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!
Rosse. Farewel, father.
Old M. God's benison go with
you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
Taou hast it now; King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weïrd women promis'd; and, I fear,
Thou playd'st most foully for't: yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy posterity;
But that myself should be the root, and father
Of many kings: if there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope? but, hush; no more.
Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH as King; Lady MAC-
BETH, Lenox, Rosse, Lords, and Attendants.
Mac. Here's our chief guest.
Lady. If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all things unbecoming.
Mac. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
And I'll request your presence.
Ban. Lay your highness'
Command upon me; to the which, my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tye
For ever knit.
Mac. Ride you
this afternoon? Bar. Ay, my good lord, Mac. We should have else desir'd your good advice
(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous) In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Ja't far
ride? Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and supper : go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night, For a dark hour or twain.
30 Mac. Fail not our feast. Ban. My lord, I will not.
Mac. We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd
In England, and in Ireland ; not confessing
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
With strange invention : but of that to-morrow;
When, therewithal, we shall have cause of state,
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse : Adieli,
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you ?
Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon us.
Mac. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
41 And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewel.
[Exit BANQUO. Let every man be master of his time 'Till seven at night; to make society The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself "Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with
you. [Exeunt Lady MACBETH, ånd Lords. Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men our plea
sure ? Ser. They are, my lord, without the palace-gate. Mac. Bring them before us..
To be thus is nothing;
But to be safely thus.Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that, which would be fear'd: ’tis much he dares;
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. There is none, but he,
Whose being I do fear; and, under him,
My genius is rebuk'd; as, it is said,
Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters,
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade them speak to him ; then, prophet-like,
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If it, be so,
For Banquo's issue have I fil'd my mind;
For them the gracious Duncan have I. murder'd;
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
-70 Given to the coinmon enemy
man, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, And champion me to the utterance! Who's there?
Re-enter Servant, with two Murderers. Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
[Exit Servant Was it not yesterday we spoke together? Mur. It was, so please your highness. Eij