Upon the foot of motion. Ban. Look to the lady: [LADY MACBETH is carried out. And when we have our naked frailties hid, And question this most bloody piece of work Of treasonous malice. Macd. All. And so do I. So all. 120 Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i' the hall together. All. Well contented. [Exeunt all but MALCOLM and DONALBAIN. Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them: To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy: I'll to England. Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way 130 Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: there's warrant in that theft [Exeunt. SCENE IV Without the Castle Enter Ross and an old Man Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well: Within the volume of which time, I have seen Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings. Ross. Ah, good father, Thou see'st the heavens, as troubled with man's act, 10 Old M. 'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Ross. And Duncan's horses, (a thing most strange and certain,) Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Make war with mankind. Old M. 'Tis said they eat each other. Ross. They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff: — 20 Enter MACDUFF How goes Macd. the world, sir, now? Why, see you not? Ross. Is't known who did this more than bloody Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stol'n away and fled: which puts upon them Ross. 'Gainst nature still: Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means! - Then 'tis most like 30 The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. Macd. He is already named; and gone to Scone To be invested. Ross. Where is Duncan's body? Macd. Carried to Colme-kill; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors And guardian of their bones. Ross. Will you to Scone? Well, I will thither. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Ross. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there: - adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new Ross. Farewell, father. 40 Old M. God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [Exeunt. ACT III SCENE I Farres. A Room in the Palace Enter BANQUO Ban. 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 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 Mach. Here's our chief guest. Lady M. If he had been forgotten, 10 |