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Good things of day begin to droop and drowze,
Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rowze.
Thou marvell'It at my words; but hold thee still ;
Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by Ill:
So, pr'ythee, go with me.


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SCEN E changes to a Park; the Castle at

a distance.
Enter three Murtherers.
UT who did bid thee join with us?

Mur. Macbeth,
2 Mur. He needs not our Miftruft, since he delivers
Our offices, and what we have to do,
To the direction just.

i 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.

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

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


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 Torch. 2 Mur. A light, a light. 3 Mur. 'T'is he. i Mur. Stand to't. Ban. It will be rain to night. i Mur. Let it come down. [They asault Banquo.

Ban. Oh, treachery ! Fly, Fleance, fly, fly, fly,



Thou may'st revenge. Oh slave!

[Dies. Fleance efcapes. 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? i Mur. Was't not the


3 Mur. There's but One down; the son
Is fled.

2 Mur. We've lost beft half of our affair.
1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.



SCENE changes to a Room of State in

the Castle. A Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rofre,

Lenox, Lords, and Attendants.
Macb. O U know your own degrees, sit down :

At first and last, the hearty welcome.
Lords. Thanks to your Majesty.

Macb. Our self will mingle with society,
And play the humble Hoit :
Our Hostess keeps her State, but in best time
We will require her welcome.

[They fit. Lady. Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our friends, For my heart speaks, they're welcome.

Enter firf Murtherer.
Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts'

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 Murtherer, afide, at the door. Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he dispatch'd ?

Mur. My lord, his throat is cut, That I did for him.

Macb. Thou art the best of cut-throats ; yet he's good, That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, Thou art the non-pareil. Mur. Moft royal Sir,


Fleance is 'scap'd.
Macb. Then comes my Fit again: I had else been

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 -

Mar. Ay, my good lord : fafe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched galhes on his head ;
The least a death to Nature.

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 th' present. Get thee gone, to morrow
We'll hear 't our selves again.

[Exit Murtherer. Lady. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer ; the feast is sold, That is not often vouched, while 'tis making ; 'Tis given, with welcome. To feed, were best at home; From thence, the fawce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.

[The Ghost of Banquo rises, and fits 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 roof'd,
Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present,
(Whom may I rather challenge for unkindness,
Than pity for mischance!)

Rose. His absence, Sir, Lays

blame upon his promise. Pleas't your Highness To grace us with your royal company ? Macb. The table's full.

Len. Here's a place reservd, Sir.
Macb. Where?
Len. Here, my good lord.
What is't that moves your Highness ?

Macb. Which of you have done this ?
Lords. What, my good lord ?

Macb. Thou can'ít not say, I did it: never shake Thy goary

locks at me.
Rolle. Gentlemen, rise ; his Highness is not well.

Lady. Sit, worthy friends, my lord is often thus,
And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep feat.
The Fit is momentary, on a thought
He will again be well. If much you note him,
You fhall offend him, and extend his passion ;
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?

[To Macb. afide. Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on That, Which might appal the Devil.

Lady. O proper stuff! This is the very Painting of your fear ; [afide. This is the air-drawn-dagger, which, you faid, Led you to Duncan. Oh, 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 it self! Why do


make such faces ? when all's done, You look but on a stool.

Macb. Pr’ythee, see there! Behold! look! lo ! how fay you?

[Pointing to the Ghoft.
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. [The Ghost vanishes.

Lady. What? quite unmann'd in folly ?
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.
Lady. Fie, for shame!

Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'th' olden time, Ere human Statute purg'd the gen'ral weal; (15)

(15) Ere human Statute purgid the gentle Weal.] Thus all the Editions : but Mr, Warburton very justly advis'd, as I have reform’d the Text, gen’ral Weal: " And it is a very fine Perio phrafis (says He) to signify, ere civil Societies were instituted. " For the early Murthers recorded in Scripture, are here al“ luded to : and Macbeth's apologizing for Murther from the “ Antiquity of the Exanaple is very natural.”.


Ay, and since too, Murthers have been perform'd
Too terrible for th' 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 Murthers on their crowns,
And push us from our stools ; this is more strange
Than such a murther is.

Lady. 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 full I drink to th' general joy of the whole table, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; 'Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, And all to all. Lords. Our Duties, and the Pledge.

[The Ghost rises again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my fight! Let the earth hide

thee !
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no fpeculation in those eyes,
Which thou doit glare with.

Lady. Think of this, good Peers,
But as a thing of custom; 'tis no other ;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What man dare, I dare :
Approach Thou like the rugged Rufian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or Hyrcanian tyger,
Take any shape but That, and


firm nerves
Shall never tremble : Or, be alive again,
And dare me to the Desert with thy sword ;
If trembling I inhibit, then protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, terrible shadow !
Unreal mock'ry, hence! Why, so, -- being gone,

[The Ghost vanishes. I am a man again : pray you, fit ftill. [The Lords rise. Lady, You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good Meeting


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