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Forres. The palace.

Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

As the weird women promised, and, I fear,

Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said

It should not stand in thy posterity,

But that myself should be the root and father

Of many kings. If there come truth from them--

As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--

Why, by the verities on thee made good,

May they not be my oracles as well,

And set me up in hope? But hush! no more. Sennet sounded.
Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.

Here's our chief guest.

Lady M.
If he had been forgotten,

It had been as a gap in our great feast,

And all-thing unbecoming.

To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,

And I'll request your presence.

Let your highness

Command upon me; to the which my duties

Are with a most indissoluble tie

For ever knit.

Ride you this afternoon? (20)

Ay, my good lord.

We should have else desired your good advice,

Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,

In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.

Is't far you ride?

As far, my lord, as will fill up the time

'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,

I must become a borrower of the night

For a dark hour or twain.

Fail not our feast.

My lord, I will not. (30)

We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd

In England and in Ireland, not confessing

Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers

With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,

When therewithal we shall have cause of state

Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,

Till your return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon's.

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;

And so I do commend you to their backs. (40)

Farewell. [Exit Banquo.

Let every man be master of his time

Till seven at night: to make society

The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself

Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you! Exeunt all but Macbeth, and an attendant.

Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men

Our pleasure?

They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

Bring them before us. Exit Attendant.

To be thus is nothing;

But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo (50)

Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature

Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;

And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,

He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour

To act in safety. There is none but he

Whose being I do fear: and, under him,

My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,

Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters

When first they put the name of king upon me,

And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like (60)

They hail'd him father to a line of kings:

Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,

And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,

Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,

No son of mine succeeding. If't be so,

For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;

For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;

Put rancours in the vessel of my peace

Only for them; and mine eternal jewel

Given to the common enemy of man, (70)

To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!

Rather than so, come fate into the list,

And champion me to the utterance! Who's there? Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.

Now go to the door, and stay there till we call. Exit Attendant.

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

First Mur.
It was, so please your highness.

Well then, now

Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know

That it was he in the times past which held you

So under fortune, which you thought had been

Our innocent self: this I made good to you (80)

In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,

How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the instruments,

Who wrought with them, and all things else that might

To half a soul and to a notion crazed

Say 'Thus did Banquo.'

First Mur.
You made it known to us.

I did so, and went further, which is now

Our point of second meeting. Do you find

Your patience so predominant in your nature

That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd

To pray for this good man and for his issue,

Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave

And beggar'd yours for ever? (91)

First Mur.
We are men, my liege.

Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;

As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,

Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves are clept

All by the name of dogs: the valued file

Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,

The housekeeper, the hunter, every one

According to the gift which bounteous nature

Hath in him closed, whereby he does receive (100)

Particular addition, from the bill

That writes them all alike: and so of men.

Now, if you have a station in the file,

Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say't;

And I will put that business in your bosoms,

Whose execution takes your enemy off,

Grapples you to the heart and love of us,

Who wear our health but sickly in his life,

Which in his death were perfect.

Sec. Mur.
I am one, my liege,

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world (110)

Have so incensed that I am reckless what

I do to spite the world.

First Mur.
And I another

So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,

That I would set my life on any chance,

To mend it, or be rid on 't.

Both of you

Know Banquo was your enemy.

Both Mur.
True, my lord.

So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,

That every minute of his being thrusts

Against my near'st of life: and though I could

With barefaced power sweep him from my sight (120)

And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,

For certain friends that are both his and mine,

Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall

Who I myself struck down; and thence it is;

That I to your assistance do make love,

Masking the business from the common eye

For sundry weighty reasons.

Sec. Mur.
We shall, my lord,

Perform what you command us.

First Mur.
Though our lives--

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,

The moment on't; for't must be done to night,

And something from the palace; always thought

That I require a clearness: and with him--

To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--

Fleance his son, that keeps him company,

Whose absence is no less material to me

Than is his father's, must embrace the fate

Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:

I'll come to you anon.

Both Mur.
We are resolved, my lord. (140)

I'll call upon you straight: abide within. Exeunt Murderers.

It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,

If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. Exit.


The palace.
Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant.

Lady M.
Is Banquo gone from court?

Ay, madam, but returns again tonight.

Lady M.
Say to the king, I would attend his leisure

For a few words.

Madam, I will. Exit.

Lady M.
Nought'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,

Of sorriest fancies your companions making, (10)

Using those thoughts which should indeed have died

With them they think on? Things without all remedy

Should be without regard: what's done is done.

We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:

She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice

Remains in danger of her former tooth.

But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer,

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, (20)

Whom we, to gain our peace, 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,

Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,

Can touch him further.

Lady M.
Come on;

Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;

Be bright and jovial among your guests to night.

So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: (30)

Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;

Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:

Unsafe the while, that we

Must lave our honours in these flattering streams,

And make our faces vizards to our hearts,

Disguising what they are.

Lady M.
You must leave this.

O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!

Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

Lady M.
But in them nature's copy's not eterne.

There's comfort yet; they are as- sailable;

Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown (41)

His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons

The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums

Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done

A deed of dreadful note.

Lady M.
What's to be done?

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,

Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;

And with thy bloody and invisible hand

Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond (50)

Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow

Makes wing to the rooky wood:

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;

Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.

Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still:

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

So, prithee, go with me. Exeunt.


A park near the palace.
Enter three Murderers.

First Mur.
But who did bid thee join with us?

Third Mur.

Sec. Mur.
He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers

Our offices and what we have to do

To the direction just.

First Mur.
Then stand with us.

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.

Give us a light there, ho!

Sec. Mur.
Then 'tis he: the rest (10)

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

Make it their walk.

Sec. Mur.
A light, a light! Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch.

Third Mur.
'Tis he.

First Mur.
Stand to't.

It will be rain to-night.

First Mur.
Let it come down. [They set upon Banquo.

O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!

Thou mayst revenge. O slave! [Dies.
Fleance escapes.

Third Mur.
Who did strike out the light?

First Mur.
Was't not the way?

Third Mur.
There's but one down; the son is fled. (20)

Sec. Mur.
We have lost

Best half of our affair.

First Mur.
Well, let's away, and say how much is done. [Exeunt.


The same. Hall in the palace. A banquet prepared.
Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants.

You know your own degrees; sit down: at first

And last the hearty welcome.

Thanks to your majesty.

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;

For my heart speaks they are welcome. First Murderer appears at the door.

See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.

Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:

Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a meas ure

The table round. Approaching the door.

There's blood upon thy face.

'Tis Banquo's then.

'Tis better thee without than he within.

Is he dispatch'd?

My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good

That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,

Thou art the nonpareil.

Most royal sir, (20)

Fleance is 'scaped.

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, confined, bound in

To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,

With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

The least a death to nature.

Thanks for that:

There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled (30)

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.

Sweet remembrancer!

Now, good digestion wait on appetite,

And health on both!

May 't please your highness sit. The Ghost of Banquo enters, and sits in Macbeth's place.

Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,

Were the graced person of our Banquo present;

Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

Than pity for mischance!

His absence, sir,

Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness

To grace us with your royal company.

The table's full.

Here is a place reserved, sir.


Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?

Which of you have done this?

What, my good lord? (50)

Thou canst not say I did it: never shake

Thy gory locks at me.

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?

Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that

Which might appal the devil. (60)

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,

Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!

Why do you make such faces! When all's done,

You look but on a stool.

Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? (70)

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. Ghost vanishes.

Lady M.
What, quite unmann'd in folly?

If I stand here, I saw him.

Lady M.
Fie, for shame!

Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,

Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;

Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd

Too terrible for the ear: the time has 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.

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 full.

I drink to the general joy o' the whole table, (90)

And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;

Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,

And all to all.

Our duties, and the pledge. Re-enter Ghost.

Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with!

Lady M.
Think of this, good peers,

But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;

Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. (99)

What man dare, I dare:

Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,

The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;

Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves

Shall never tremble: or be alive again,

And dare me to the desert with thy sword;

If trembling I inhabit then, protest me

The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!

Unreal mockery, hence! Ghost vanishes.

Why, so: being gone,

I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.

Lady M.
You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,

With most admired disorder. (110)

Can such things be,

And overcome us like a summer's cloud,

Without our special wonder? You make me strange

Even to the disposition that I owe,

When now I think you can behold such sights,

And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,

When mine is blanch'd with fear.

What sights, my lord?

Lady M.
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. (120)

Good night; and better health

Attend his majesty!

Lady M.
A kind good night to all! Exeunt all but Macbeth and Lady M.

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.

How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person

At our great bidding?

Lady M.
Did you send to him, sir?

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,

And betimes I will, to 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

Stepp'd 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. (141)

Lady M.
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse

Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:

We are yet but young in deed. Exeunt.


A Heath. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches, meeting HECATE.

First Witch.
Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.

Have I not reason, beldams as you are,

Saucy and overbold? How did you dare

To trade and traffic with Macbeth

In riddles and affairs of death;

And I, the mistress of your charms,

The close contriver of all harms,

Was never call'd to bear my part,

Or show the glory of our art? (10)

And, which is worse, all you have done

Hath been but for a wayward son,

Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,

Loves for his own ends, not for you.

But make amends now: get you gone,

And at the pit of Acheron

Meet me i' the morning: thither he

Will come to know his destiny:

Your vessels and your spells provide,

Your charms and every thing beside. (20)

I am for the air; this night I'll spend

Unto a dismal and a fatal end:

Great business must be wrought ere noon:

Upon the corner of the moon

There hangs a vaporous drop profound;

I'll catch it ere it come to ground:

And that distill'd by magic sleights

Shall raise such artificial sprites

As by the strength of their illusion

Shall draw him on to his confusion: (30)

He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear

His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:

And you all know, security

Is mortals' chiefest enemy. Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' &c.

Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,

Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. Exit.

First Witch.
Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. Exeunt.


Forres. The palace.
Enter LENNOX and another Lord.

My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,

Which can interpret further: only, I say,

Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan

Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:

And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;

Whom, you may say, if 't please you, Fleance kill'd,

For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.

Who cannot want the thought how monstrous

It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain (10)

To kill their gracious father? damned fact!

How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight

In pious rage the two delinquents tear,

That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?

Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;

For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive

To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,

He has borne all things well: and I do think

That had he Duncan's sons under his key--

As, an't please heaven, he shall not--they should find

What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. (21)

But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd

His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear

Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell

Where he bestows himself?

The son of Duncan,

From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,

Lives in the English court, and is received

Of the most pious Edward with such grace

That the malevolence of fortune nothing

Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff (30)

Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid

To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:

That by the help of these--with Him above

To ratify the work--we may again

Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,

Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,

Do faithful homage and receive free honours:

All which we pine for now: and this report

Hath so exasperated the king that he

Prepares for some attempt of war.

Sent he to Macduff? (40)

He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,'

The cloudy messenger turns me his back,

And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time

That clogs me with this answer.'

And that well might

Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance

His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel

Fly to the court of England and unfold

His message ere he come, that a swift blessing

May soon return to this our suffering country

Under a hand accursed!

I'll send my prayers with him. Exeunt.

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