May rush, and seize us? Let's away; our tears And when we have our naked frailties hid, And question this most bloody piece of work, Of treasonous malice. 95 Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i' the hall together. All. Well contented. [Exeunt all but MALCOLM and Donalbain. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them: 100 To shew an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy: I'll to England. Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, Mal. 105 110 [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Without the Castle. Enter Ross and an Old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well: Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night Ross. Ah, good father, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Old M. "Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Ross. And Duncan's horse (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. 5 10 15 "Tis said, they eat each other. 20 Ross. They did so-to the amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon 't.-Here comes the good Macduff. Enter MACDUFF. Why, see you not ? How goes the world, sir, now? Macd. Ross. Is 't known who did this more than bloody deed? Ross. What good could they pretend? Macd. Alas, the day! They were suborn'd: 25 Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them Ross. 'Gainst nature still : Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means !-Then 'tis most like Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone Ross. Where is Duncan's body? Macd. Carried to Colme-kill; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones. Ross. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Well, I will thither. Ross. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there :-adieuLest our old robes sit easier than our new! Ross. Farewell, father. Old M. God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! 40 [Exeunt. Enter BANQUO. Ban. Thou hast it now-king, Cawdor, Glamis, all As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear, Thou play'dst most foully for 't: yet it was said, But that myself should be the root and father And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more. 5 10 Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; LADY MACBETH, as Queen; LENNOx, Ross, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants. Macb. Here's our chief guest. Lady M. If he had been forgotten It had been as a gap in our great feast, And all-thing unbecoming. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I'll request your presence. Ban. Let your highness 15 Command upon me; to the which, my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie Ay, my good lord. Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time For a dark hour or twain. Macb. Ban. My lord, I will not. Fail not our feast. Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon us. Farewell. |