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Why are we thus disturb'd ?—what is the cause Of this alarming-this tremendous noise?

Macduff.

The story is not fit for woman's ear-
Oh Banquo-Banquo-Banquo.

Enter Banquo.

Banquo.

Well, I'm here-

Macduff.

Our royal master's kill'd—

Lady Macheth.

Distraction--oh!

Banquo.

Thou'rt surely joking-say it is not so:
My dear Macduff, the dreadful tale deny.

MACBETH TRAVESTIE.

Macduff.

Then I should tell a most confounded lie.

Enter Macbeth, Lenox and Rosse.

Macbeth.

Oh had I died an hour before this chance,
How happy I-this life is a romance;
The wine of life is drawn, and if you please
To look into, the vault, you'll find mere lees.

Exter Malcolm and Donalbain.

Your royal father's murdered.

Malcolm.

Oh, by whom?

Lenox.

It seem'd indeed the work of ev'ry groom;
Their hands and faces, pillows, sheets and razors,
Were mark'd with blood-they star'd like goggle-
eyed gazers. (20)

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Macbeth.

I'm sorry now I sent them all to hell.

Macduff.

Why did you so?

Macbeth.

Alas I cannot tell

Who can be mad and tame, calm in a rage, Foolish and wise at once? none I engage; My great regard push'd reason quite aside, Here Duncan lay--his gashes gaping wide. The murd'rers there, whose guilty hands display'd The crimson colour of their wicked trade; I then my love and fortitude to show, (Who cou'd refrain ?) dealt each a fatal blow.

Lady Macbeth.

Oh hold me, gentlemen, for I must faint. (21)

Banguo.

(Pretends to faint,

Look to the lady-we'll ourselves acquaint
With the particulars another time—

A am determined to revenge the crime.

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I'll not stay here with cut-throats-no indeed; I will be off for England with full speed.

Donalbain.

I'll also go to Ireland in a crack, (22)

And on false faces quickly turn my

back.

Macbeth.

Remember supper-time.

Banquo

I shall obeys

(Ex.

Macbeth and Lady Macbeth, manent.

Lady Macbeth.

Why serious love?-Why keep so oft alone? Hence with dull thoughts-what's done you know

is done.

Macbeth.

"Tis but half done-would it were wholly so; Banquo and Fleance are alive you know.

Lady Macbeth.

They cannot live for ever.

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