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Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the instruments,
Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
To half a soul and to a notion crazed
Say 'Thus did Banquo.'
You made it known to us.
Macb. I did so, and went further, which is now
We are men, my liege.
Mach. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
72. to the utterance, to the uttermost (O. Fr. 'à outrance').
Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clept
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
And I another
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
To mend it, or be rid on 't.
Both of you
True, my lord
Know Banquo was your enemy.
Macb. So is he mine, and in such bloody distance,
That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near'st of life: and though I could
(of hounds) graded according to their relative value.
100. addition, attribute.
IOI. writes them all alike, includes all their varieties under the same generic name of 'dog.'
With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
We shall, my lord,
Perform what you command us.
Though our lives—
Mach. Your spirits shine through you.
this hour at most
I will advise you where to plant yourselves,
To leave no rubs nor botches in the work-
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
I'll come to you anon.
We are resolved, my lord.
Mach. I'll call upon you straight: abide within. [Exeunt Murderers. 140
It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exit.
121. For, on account of. 130. perfect spy o' the time; probably the result of 'perfect spying,' the fit moment
determined by the closest scrutiny.
132. always thought, it being always remembered.
Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant.
Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court?
Where our desire is got without content:
How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done is done.
Mach. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it : She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth.
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,
Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams
That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
13. scotch'd, made narrow incisions, as with a riding-whip.
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
So, I pray, be you:
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue :
Must lave our honours in these flattering streams,
Disguising what they are.
You must leave this.
Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear
Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
hold,' a form of land tenure
42. shard-borne; with allusion