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Enter Lady Macbeth, and a Servant.
Lady. Is Banquo gone from Court?
Ser. Ay, Madam, but returns again to-night.

Lady. Say to the King, I would attend his leisure,
For a few words.
Ser, Madam, I will.

Lady. Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis better to be that which we destroy,
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Enter Macbeth.
How now, my Lord, why do you keep alone,
Of forriest fancies your companions making?
Using those thoughts, which should indeed have dy'd
With them they think on? things ? 'without remedy
Should be without regard; what's done, is done.

Macb. We have 3 scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it,
She'll close, and be her self; whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooch.
But let both worlds disjoint, and all things suffer,
Ere we will ear our meal in fear, and neep
In the affliction of these terrible dreams,
That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead,
(Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace,)
Than on the torture of the mind to lye
In restless ecstasie. Duncan is in his grave;
After life's fitful fever, he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst; nor steel nor poison,
Malice domestick, foreign levy, nothing
Can touch him further.
Lady. Come on;

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Gentle my Lord, Neek o'er your sugged looks,
Be bright and jovial 'mong your guests to-night.

Macb. So fhall I, love, and so I pray
Let your remembrance still apply to Banque.
Prefént him eminence, both with eye and congue:
Unfafe the while, that we must lave our honours
In these so flatt'ring streams, and make our faces
Vizards our hearts, disguising what they are.

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 ;
Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown
His cloyster'd fight, ere to black Hecat's fummons
The shard-born beetle with his drowsie hums
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.

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.


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A Park, the Castle at a distance.

Enter three Murtberers. I Mur.

UT who did bid thee join with us?

3 Mur. Macbeth.
2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers

[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:
Now spurs the lated traveller apace,

To gain the timely inn, and near approaches * The subject of our watch.

3 Mur. Hark, I hear horses.
Banquo within. S'Give light there, ho!

2 Mur. Then it is he: the rest
That are within the note of expectation,
Already are i' th’Court.

· Mur. His horses go about.

3 Mur. Almost a mile:
But he does usually, so all men do,
From hence to th' palace gate make it their walk.

Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a forch.
2 Mur. A light, a light.
3 Mur. 'Tis he.
i Mur. Stand to't.
Ban. It will be rain to-night.
i Mur. Let it come down. [They assault Banquo.

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


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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.
Lords. Thanks to your Majesty.

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


. 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;
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, confin’d, bound in
To fawcy 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 chat;
There the grown ferpent lyes: the worm that's fled
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teech for th' present. . Get thee gone, to-morrow
We'll ? 'hear thee' our felves again. [Exit Murtherer.

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!
Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both !

Len. May't please your Highness fit?

Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roofd,
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. Please't your Highness
To grace us with your royal company?
Mac. The table's full.

Len. Here is a place reservd, Sir.
Macb. Where?
Len. Here, my good Lord.

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