Macd. No, coufin, I'll to Fife. Roffe. Well, I will thither. Macd. Well! may you fee things well done there! adien Left our old robes fit eafier than our new. Roffe. Farewel, father. Old M. God's benifon go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A Royal Apartment. Enter Banquo.. Hou haft it now; King, Cawdor, Glamis, all Thou plaid'st moft foully for't: yet it was faid It should not stand in thy pofterity, But that my felf fhould be the root, and father May they not be my oracles as well, And fet me up in hope? but hufh, no more. Trumpets found. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth, Lenox, Roffe, Lords and Attendants. Mach. Here's our chief gueft. Lady. If he had been forgotten, It had been as a gap in our great feaft, And all things unbecoming. Mach. To-night we hold a folemn fupper, Sir, And I'll request your prefence. Ban. Lay your Highness' Command upon me, to the which my duties Are Are with a most indiffoluble tye For ever knit. Mach. Ride you this afternoon?" Ban. Ay, my good Lord. Mach. We fhould have elfe defir'd Your good advice (which ftill hath been both grave For a dark hour or twain. Macb. Fail not our feaft. Ban. My Lord, I will not. Mach. We hear, our bloody coufins are bestow'd 'Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? And fo I do commend you to their backs. Farewel. Let ev'ry man be mafter of his time 'Till feven at night; to make fociety [Exit Banquo, The sweeter welcome, we will keep our felf 'Till fupper-time alone: 'till then, God be with you! [Exeunt Lady Macbeth, and Lords. S CE N E II. Manent Macbeth and a Servant. Sirrah, a word with you: attend thofe men Our pleasure ? Ser. They are, my Lord, without the palace gate. Ii 2 Mach. Macb. Bring them before us-To be thus, is nothing, [Exit Servan But to be fafely thus: our fears in Banquo 8 Antony's was by 'Cafar's. He chid the fifters, For Banquo's iffue have I'fil'd my mind: For them, the gracious Duncan have I murther'd; Only for them; and mine eternal jewel To make them Kings; the feed of Banquo Kings: And champion me to th' utterance! who's there? Enter Servant, and two Murtherers. Go to the door, and ftay there 'till we call. [Exit Servani. Was it not yesterday we fpoke together? Mur. It was, fo please your Highness. Macb. Well then, now You have confider'd of my fpeeches? know 8 Cafar. How How you were born in hand, how croft; the inftruments, Who wrought with them: and all things else that might To half a foul, and to a notion craz❜d, Say, Thus did Banquo. 1 Mur. True, you made it known. Mach. I did fo; and went further, which is now I Mur. We are men, my Liege. Mach. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men, That writes them all alike: and fo of men. And not in the worst rank of manhood, fay it; 2 Mur. I am one, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world I do, to fpite the world. 1 Mur. And I another, So weary with difafters, tugg'd with fortune, To mend it, or be rid on't. . Mach. Both of you Know Banque was your enemy. Mach. So is he mine: and in fuch bloody diftance, Againft my near'ft of life; and though I could 2 Mur. We fhall, my Lord, Perform what you command us.. 1 Mur. Though our lives [moft, Mach. Your fpirits fhine through you. In this hour, I I will advise you where to plant your felves, Mur. We are 9'refolv'd. Mach. I'll call upon you ftraight; abide within. 9 refolv'd, my lord. [Exeunt. SCENE |