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Than on the torture of the mind to lie
Duncan is in his
Lady. Come on; Gentle my lord,
Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, live.
Lady. 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 fight; 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. What's to be done?
Makes wing to the rooky
wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; While night's black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvel'st at my words: but hold thee still ; Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill.
A Park, near the Palace, at Fores.
Enter the Two Officers. 1 Off. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of
day : Now spurs the lated traveller
2 Off. Hark! I hear horses.
2 Off. His horses go about.
1 Off. Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate, Make it their walk.
2 Off. A light, a light! 1 Off. 'Tis he.
Enter Fleance, with a Torch, and Banquo. Ban. It will rain to-night.
[Exeunt Fleance and Banquo. 1 Off. Let it come down. [Exeunt Officers. Ban. [Within.] O, treachery ! Fly, good Fleance.
fly, fly, fly!Fie. [Within.] Murder ! murder ! murder! Ban. [Within.] Thou may'st revenge.—O, slave!— , O,O!
[Dies. Enter Officers. 1 Off. Who did strike out the light? 2 Of. Was't not the way?.
1 Off. There's but one down; the son is fled. 2 Off. We have lost best half of our affair. 1 Off. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
The Banqueting Room, in the Palace, at Fores.
A Banquet prepared.
MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, Rosse, LENOX, SEYTON,
ATTENDANTS, GUARDS, &c. discovered. Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down : at
first, And last, the hearty welcome.
Rosse. Thanks to your majesty.
Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,
Lady. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
Enter First Officer.
1 Off. "Tis Banquo's then.
Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: Yet he's
good, That did the like for Fleance.
1 Off. Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scap'd. Macb. Then comes my fit again : I had else been
perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock: As broad, and general, as the casing air: But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.---But Banquo's safe? 1 Off. Ay, my good lord ; safe in a ditch he
bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head ; The least a death to nature.
Macb. Thanks for that: There the grown serpent lies: the worm, that's filed, Hath nature that in time will venom breed, No teeth for the present.—Get thee gone ; to-morrow We'll hear ourselves again. [Exit Officer.
Lady. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer : the feast is sold, That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, 'Tis given with welcome : to feed, were best at
Macb. Sweet remembrancer !
Len. May it please your highness sit ?
may I rather challenge for unkindness, Than pity for mischance !
Rosse, His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your high-
Macb. The table's full.
your highness ?
Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Rosse. Gentlemen, rise ; his highness is not well.
Lady. Sit, worthy friends :—my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appall the devil.
Lady. O, proper stuff!
How say you?