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S Ċ EN E III.
Enter Lady Macbeth, and a Servant.
Lady. Say to the King, I would attend his leisure,
Macb. We have 3 scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it,
Gentle my Lord, Neek o'er your sugged looks,
Macb. So fhall I, love, and so I pray
Lady. You must leave this.
Maib. Oh! 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 eternal.
Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assailable ;
Lady. What's to be done?
Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, 'Till thou applaud the deed: come, feeling night, Scarf
the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond, Whick keeps me pale! Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowze, Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rowze. Thou marvell’st at my words; but hold thee ftill; Things bad begun, make strong themselves by ill : So pr’ythee go with me.
A Park, the Castle at a distance.
Enter three Murtberers. I Mur.
UT who did bid thee join with us?
3 Mur. Macbeth.
[Speaking to the firft. Our offices, and what we have to do, To the direction just.
1 Mur. Then stand with us. T.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
To gain the timely inn, and near approaches * The subject of our watch.
3 Mur. Hark, I hear horses.
2 Mur. Then it is he: the rest
· Mur. His horses go about.
3 Mur. Almost a mile:
Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a forch.
Ban. Oh treachery ! Fly, Fleance, fly, fly, fly, Thou may'st revenge. Oh Nave! [Dies. Fleance escapes. 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light?
1 Mur. 5 Give us light
1 Mur. Was't not the way?
3 Mur. There's but one down; the Ton Is fed.
2 Mur. We've lost best half of our affair. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and lay how much is done
A Room of State in the Castle. A Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macberta
Roffe, Lenox, Lords, and Attendants. Macb. OU know your own degrees, fit down:
And first and laft, the hearty welcome.
Macb. Our self will mingle with society,
. Lady. Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our friends. For my heart speaks, they're welcome.
Enter firft Murtberer. 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 Murtberer afide at the door. Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than him within. Is he dispatch'd ?
Mur, My Lord, his throat is cut, I did that for him.
Macb. Thou are the best of cut-throats; yet he's good, That did the like for Fleance : if thou didft it, Thou art the non-pareil,
Mur, Moft royal Şir, Fleance is 'scap'd.
Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect;
Mur. Ay, my 'good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
Macb. Thanks for chat;
Lady. My royal Lord, You do not give the cheer; the feast is cold That is not often vouched, while 'tis making, 'Tis giv'n with welcome. To feed, were best at home; From thence, the fawce to meat is ceremony, Meeting were bare without it.
[The Ghoft of Banquo rises, and sits in Macbeth's place.
Macb. Sweet remembrancer!
Len. May't please your Highness fit?
Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roofd,
Rolle. His absence, Sir,
What 7 hear't