Lady M. My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you. I do forget : Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; Then I'll sit down.-Give me some wine, fill full: Enter Ghost. I drink to the general joy of the whole table, 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; Lady M. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, 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 blanch'd 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 Attend his majesty! A kind good night to all! [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; Augurs, 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. Mach. 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 fee'd. I will to-morrow (And betimes I will) unto 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 Stepp'd 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 scann'd. 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 :- [Exeunt. SCENE V.- The Heath. Thunder. Enter HECATE, meeting the three Witches. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are, In riddles, and affairs of death; And, which is worse, all you have done, Spiteful, and wrathful; who, as others do, Meet me i' the morning; thither he Great business must be wrought ere noon : There hangs a vaporous drop, profound; Is mortal's chiefest enemy. SONG. [within,] Come away, come away, &c. Hark, I am call'd; my little spirit, see, [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Forres. A Room in the Palace. Enter LENOX, and another Lord. Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth,-marry, he was dead:- For Fleance fled. Men must not walk too late; That were the slaves of drink, and thralls of sleep : Was that not nobly done? Ay, and wisely too; For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive To hear the men deny it. So that, I say, He has borne all things well: and I do think, That, had he Duncan's sons under his key, (As, an't please heaven, he shall not,) they should find What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. But, peace!-for from broad words, and 'cause he fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear, Lord. The son of Duncan, |