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SCENE changes to a Room of State in the Castle.

A Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Roffe, Le

nox, Lords, and Attendants.

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Macb, OU know your own degrees, sit down :

At first and laft, the hearty welcome,
Lords. Thanks to your Majesty.

Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,
And play the humble hoft:
Our hoftefs keeps her state, but in best time
We will require her welcome.

[They fit. Lady. Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our friends, For my heart speaks, they're welcome.

Enter forf Murderer. Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts'thanks. Both sides are even: here I'll fit i'th' midit; Be large in mirth, anon we'll drink a measure The table round-There's blood upon thy face.

[To the Murderer, afide, at the door. Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he dispatch'd ?

Mur. My Lord, his throat is cut, that I did for him.

Macb. Thou art the best of cut-throats; yet he's goody That did the like for Fleance : if thou didit it, Thou art the non-pareil.

Mur. Moft 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 gen’ral, as the casing air: But now I'm cabin'd, cribb’d, contin'd, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

Mur. 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

There the grown serpent lies: the worm, that's Aed,
Hath nature that in time will venom breed, -
No teeth for th' present. Get thee gone, to-morrow
We'll hear 't ourselves again.

[Exit Murderer. Lady. My royal Lord, You do not give the cheer; the feast is sold, That is not often vouched, while 'tis making; 'Tis given, with welcome. To feed, were best at home From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony ; Meeting were bare without it.

[The Ghoft of Banquo rises, and fits in Macbeth's place.

Macb. Sweet remembrancer!
Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both !

Len. May't please your Highnefs fit?

Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present, (Whom may I rather challenge for unkindness, Than pity for mischance !)

Rolle. His absence, Sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Pleas't your Highness To grace us with your royal company? Macb. The table's full.

[Starting Len. Here's a place reserv’d, Sir. Macb. Where?

Len. Here, my good Lord.
What is't that moves your Highness ?

Macb. Which of you have done this?
Lords. What, my good Lord ?
Macb. Thou can't not say, I did it: never shake
Thy goary

locks at me. Rije. Gentlemen, rise; his Highness is not well.

Lady. Sit, worthy friends, my Lorů is often thus, And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep feat. The fit is momentary, on a thought He will again be well. If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion ; Feed, and regard him not.--Are you a man?

[To Macb. afide. Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that,

Which might appall the devil.

Lady. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; [afide. This is the air-drawn-dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and Itarts (Impostors to true fear,) would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself!Why do you make such faces ? when all's done, You look but on a stool.

Macb. Pr'ythee, see there!
Behold! look! lo! how say you? (Pointing to the Ghost.
Why, what care I! if thou canst nod, speak too. -
If charnel-houses and our graves must send
Those, that we bury, back; our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites. [The Ghoft vanijhesa

Lady. What? quite unmann'd in folly ?
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.-
Lady. Fy, for shame!

Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'th' olden time,
Ere human statute purg'd the gen’ral weal; (25).
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
Too terrible for th' ear: the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools; this is more strange
Than such a murder is.

Lady. My worthy Lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.

Macb. I do forget.
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all!

(25) Ere buman fatute purg'd tbe gentle weal.] Thus all the edi. tions : but Mr. Warburton very juftly advis'd, as I have reformid the text, gen'ral weal: " And it is a very fine Periphrafis (says he) to " signify, ere civil societies were instituted. For the early murders, " recorded in {cripture, are here alluded to: and Macbeth's apolo. “ gizing for murder from the antiquity of the çxample is very natuw zal."

Then

Then I'll sit down: give me some wine, fill full
I drink to th' general joy of the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

[The Ghost rises again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! let the earth hide

thee! (26)
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou haft no speculation in those eyes,
Which thou dost glare with.

Lady. Think of this, good Peers,
But as a thing of custom; 'cis no other ;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare :
Approach thou like the rugged Ruffian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or Hyrcanian tyger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble : Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy lword ;
If trembling I inhibit, then protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mock'ry, hence! why, fo, being gone,

[The Ghost vanishes. I am a man again : pray you, fit ftill. [The Lords rife.

Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good With most admir'd disorder.

[meeting Macb. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange Ev'n to the difpofition that I owe, When now I think, you can behold such fights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,

(26) Avaunt, and quit my figbt! let tbe earth hide thee!) i. e. Ag thou art a dead thing, the earth, thy grave, ought to overwhelm and cover thee from human right. Thus Io (in the Prometheus chain'd, by Æschylus) in her frenzy fancying that she saw the apparition of Argus, complains that the earth does not hide him tho' dead. Ον έδε κατθαγόνα γαία κεύθει. .

When

When mine is blanch'd with fear.

Rolle. What fights, my Lord ?

Lady. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and 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. Good-night, to all.

[Exeunt Lords.
Macb. It willhave blood, they say; blood will have blood:
Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak ;
Augurs, that understood relations, have (27)
By mag-pies, and by choughs, and rooks brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?

Lady. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Macb. How fay'ft thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding?

Lady. Did you send to him, Sir ?
Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send :

(27) Augurs, that understood relations, bave By mag-pies, and by cboughs, and rocks, brought forth Tbe fecretist man of blood. Conscience, as we may learn from Plutarcb, has sometimes supply'd the office of augury in this point, One Beffus, he tells us, who had a long time before murder'd his father, going to sup at a friend's house, suddenly with his spear pull'd down a fwallow's nest, and kill'd all the young ones. The company enquiring into the reason of his cruelty, Don't you bear, says he, how they falsely accuse me of baving kill'd my father? Vid. Plutarchum de Sera Numinis Vindi&ta. As remarkable a story is recorded by him, in another tract, upon which the Greeks founded their proverb, Ai' '16'xe régaros. Ilycus the poet being surpriz'd by robbers in a defart, as they were about to kill him, call d out to a flock of cranes, that flew over his head, to bear witness of his murder. These murderers sometime afterwards fitting in the theatre, and seeing a flight of cranes, said in triumph to one another; bebold, Ibycus's avengers! The words being overheard, the robbers were apprehended, rack'd upon suspicion, and brought to a confeffion of the murder, And thus, as Aufonius says,

Ibycus ut periit, vindex fuit alrivolans grus. Monsieur Le Fevre, in his lives of the Greek poets, has concluded with remarking on lbycus, that as he liv'd a Poet, fo he dy'd a Propber.

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