Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, To mend it, or be rid on't. Macb. Both of you True, my lord. Know Banquo was your enemy. Both Mur. Macb. So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, Against my near'st of life: and though I could Sec. Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. First Mur. Though our lives Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most, I will advise you where to plant yourselves; Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, Both Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord. [Exeunt Murderers. Macb. I'll call upon you straight: abide within. It is concluded:-Banquo, thy soul's flight, [Exit. SCENE II. The same. Another room in the palace. Enter Lady MACBETH and a Servant. 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. Serv. Madam, I will. [Exit. Naught's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy. Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord! why do you keep alone, Should be without regard: Things without all remedy what's done is done. Macb. We have scotch'd (36) the snake, not kill'd it : Remains in danger of her former tooth. Both the worlds suffer,(37) 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, Whom we, to gain our peace,(38) have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue : Must lave our honours in these flattering streams; Disguising what they are. Lady M. You must leave this. Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Lady M. What's to be done? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Which keeps me pale!—Light thickens; and the crow Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. A park, with a gate leading Enter three Murderers. First Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? Third Mur. Macbeth. Sec. Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he delivers Our offices, and what we have to do, To the direction just. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn; and near approaches The subject of our watch. Third Mur. Hark! I hear horses. Ban. [within] Give us a light there, ho! Then 'tis he: the rest That are within the note of expectation Already are i' the court. First Mur. His horses go about. Third Mur. Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace-gate Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch.(41) Ban. It will be rain to-night. First Mur. Let it come down. [Assaults Banquo. Ban. O, treachery!-Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou mayst revenge.-O slave! [Dies. Fleance escapes. Was't not the way? Third Mur. Who did strike out the light? First Mur. Third Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. Best half of our affair. We have lost First Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. A room of state in the palace. A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, Ross, LENNOX, 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, And play the humble host. Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time, We will require her welcome. Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst: Enter first Murderer to the door. Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure 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 o' the cut-throats: yet he's good That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, 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 The least a death to nature. Macb. Thanks for that: |