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Good things of day begin to droop and drowze,
SCEN E changes to a Park; the Castle at
i Mur. Then stand with us.
3 Mur. Hark, I hear horses.
2 Mur. Then it is he: the rest,
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
2 Mur. We've lost beft half of our affair.
SCENE changes to a Room of State in
the Castle. A Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rofre,
Lenox, Lords, and Attendants.
At first and last, the hearty welcome.
Macb. Our self will mingle with society,
[They fit. Lady. Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our friends, For my heart speaks, they're welcome.
Enter firf Murtherer.
[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.
Mar. Ay, my good lord : fafe in a ditch he bides,
Macb. Thanks for that ;
[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!
Len. May't please your Highness fit?
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.
Macb. Which of you have done this ?
Macb. Thou can'ít not say, I did it: never shake Thy goary
locks at me.
Lady. Sit, worthy friends, my lord is often thus,
[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.
Lady. What? quite unmann'd in folly ?
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
Lady. My worthy lord,
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
Lady. Think of this, good Peers,
Macb. What man dare, I dare :
[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