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That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Mur. Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scap'd.
Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
Macb. Thanks for that:
There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled,
Lady M. My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold,
Macb. Sweet remembrancer !—
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
Leti. May it please your highness sit?
[The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in Macbeth'splace. Much, Here had we now our country's honour
Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present;
Rosse. His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness To grace us with your royal company?
Macb. The table's full.
Len. Here is a place reserv'd, sir.
Len. Here, my lord. What is't that
moves your highness?
Macb. Which of you have done this?
Lords. What, my good lord?
Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Rasse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.
Lady M. Sit, worthy friends:—my lord is often
And hath been from his youth: "pray you, keep seat;
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil.
Lady M. O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear:
Mucb. Pr'ythee, see there 1 behold! look! lo!
how say you?
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.—
Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly?
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.
Lady M. Fie, for shame!
Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden
Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal40;
Lady M. My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
Macb. I do forget:—
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;
To those that know me. Come, love and health to
all; Then I'll sit down: Give me some wine, fill
I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Lady M. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Macb. What man dare, I dare:
Unreal mockery, hence !—Why, so;—being gone,
Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the
good meeting, With most admir'd disorder.
Macb. Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Rosse. What sights, my lord?
Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows 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!
Lady M. A kind good night to all!
[Erewnf Lords, and Attendant^. Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have
blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to
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.