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Mur. Most royal sir,
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, Hath nature, that in time will venom breed, No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to-morrow We'll hear, ourselves again.
[Exit Murderer. Lady M. 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 home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.
Macb. Sweet remembrancer! Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both ! Len. May it please your highness sit? [The ghost of Banguo rises, and sits in Macbeth's
place. Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; Who may I rather challenge for unkindness, Than pity for mischance !
Rosse. His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness
Macb. The table's full.
Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.
Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :—my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep seat; The fit is momentary; upon 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?
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 : This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts, (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. Prythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how
say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
If charnel-houses, and our graves, must send
time, Ere human statute purg’d the gentle weal ; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform’d, Too terrible for the 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 M. 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; Then I'll sit down :--Give me some wine, fill
I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth
Lady M. Think of this, good peers,
Macb. What man dare, I dare:
good meeting, With most admir'd disorder.
Macb. Can such things be,
Rosse. What sights, my lord ?
worse ; VOL. VI.
Question enrages him : at once, good night:-
Len. Good night, and better health
[Exeunt Lords and attendants. Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have
blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; 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. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his
person, At our great bidding?
Lady M. Did you send to him, sir?
Macb. I hear it by the way ; but I will send : There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a servant fee’d. I will to-morrow, (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters : More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst: for mine own good, All causes shall give way; I am in blood Stept in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Which must be acted, ere they may be scann’d.
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.