Mur. Most royal sir, 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 general, as the casing air: But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in 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. Lady M. My royal lord, [Exit Murderer. 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 BANQUO 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 To grace us with your royal company? Macb. The table's full. Len. Here's a place reserv'd, sir. Macb. Where? Len. Here, my lord. highness? What is't that moves your Macb. Which of you have done this? Lords. What, my good lord? Mach. 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, 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! Macb. Pr'ythee, 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 [Ghost disappears. Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly? Lady M. Fye, for shame! Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, 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: full: -Give me some wine, fill I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Ghost rises. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Lady M. Think of this, good peers, Macb. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tyger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble: Or, be live again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword; If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! [Ghost disappears. Unreal mockery, hence !—Why, so ;-being gone, I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still. Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Macb. 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 are blanch'd with fear. Rosse. What sights, my lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and Question enrages him: at once, good night: Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. Len. Good night, and better health Attend his majesty ! Lady M. A kind good night to all! [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 (Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. |