Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings. Rosse. Ah, good father, 33° Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Old M. 'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, 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, 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. duff: Enter MACDUFF. How goes the world, sir, now? Macd. Why, see you not? 350 Rosse. Is't known, who did this more than bloody deed? Macd. 44 Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Rosse. Alas, the day! What good could they pretend? Macd. They were suborn'd: Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Rosse. 'Gainst nature still: Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up Macd. He is already nan'd; and gone to Scone, 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. 370 Macd. Well, may you see things well done there; adieu! 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! [Exeunt. ACT ACT III. SCENE 1. Enter BANQUo. THou hast it now; King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, But that myself should be the root, and father And set me up in hope? but, hush; no more.. 10 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, 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? Ban. Ay, my good lord. 20 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. Is't far you 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. Mac. Fail not our feast. Ban. My lord, I will not. 30 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: Adieu, 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; And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewel. Let every man be master of his time 'Till seven at night; to make society 42 [Exit BANQUO. The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself "Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you. [Exeunt Lady MACBETH, and Lords. Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men our plea Ser. They are, my lord, without the palace-gate. Mac. Bring them before us. ›thing; na -To be thus is no But to be safely thus.-Our fears in Banquo 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 Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters, For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! Re-enter Servant, with two Murderers. Now go to the door, and stay there till we call. [Exit Servan Was it not yesterday we spoke together? Mac. |