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The Same. Another Room.
Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court?
Serv. Ay, madam; but returns again to-night.
Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure For a few words.
Sen. Madam, I will. [Exit.
Lady M. Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
How now, my lord ? why do you keep alone,
Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;
The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,
That shake us nightly : Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstacy. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestick, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further!
/.."/.v M. Come on;
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
Must lave our honours in these flattering streams;
Lady M. You must leave this. •
Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! .Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assailable; Then be thou jocund : Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's summons, The. shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, '• Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. .'
Lady M. What's to be done?
li. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck.
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night *",
The Same. A Park or Lawn, with a Gate leading to the Palace.
Enter three Murderers.
1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us?
3 Mur. Macbeth.
2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he de
Our offices, and what we have to do,
1 Mur. Then stand with us.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
3 Mur. Hark! I hear horses.
Ban, [within..] Give us a light there, ho?
2 Mur. Then it is he ; the rest That are within the note of expectation, Already are i'the court.
1 Mur. His horses go about.
3 Mur. Almost a mile : but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk.
Enter BAN Quo, and FLEAN ce; a Servant with a torch preceding them.
2 Mur. A light, a light! 3 Mur. 'Tis he. 1 Mur. Stand to't. Ban. It will be rain to-night. 1 Mur. Let it come down. [Assaults Banquo. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou may'st revenge.—O slave [Dies. Fleance and Servant escape. 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? 1 Mur. Was't not the way? 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done. [Ereunt. SCENE W.
A Room of State in the Palace.
A Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady MacBeth, Rosse, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants.
Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down: at
first, And last, the hearty welcome ".
Lords. Thanks to your majesty.
Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,
Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; For my heart speaks, they are welcome.
Enter first Murderer, to the door.
Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts'
Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst:
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he despatch'd?
Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: Yet he's good,