Both sides are even: here I'll sit i'the midst : Mac. *'Tis better thee without, than he within. 260 Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Mac. 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 non-pareil." Mur. Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scaped. Mac. 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 : 270 But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. Mur. Ay, my good lord: But Banquo's safe? safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes* on his head ; The least a death to nature. Mac. 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. My royal lord, [Exit Murderer. *281 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 From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Enter the Ghost of BANQUO*, and sits in MACBETH'S Place. Mac. Sweet remembrancer! Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both 290 Len. May it please your highness sit. Mac. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present; Rosse. His absence, sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness To grace us with your royal company? Mac. The table's full. Len. Here is a place reserv'd, sir. Mac. Where? T 300 Len. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness? Mac. Which of you have done this? Lords. What, my good lord? Mac. Thou can'st not say, I did it: never shake Thy goary locks at me. Rosse. 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 seat; The fit is momentary; upon a thought He will again be well: if much you note him, 310 You You shall offend him, and extend his passion; Lady. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear: This is the air-drawn-dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan. *Oh, these flaws, and starts, T (Impostors to true fear) would well become A woman's story, at a winter's fire, Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself! 7 320 "Why do you make such faces ?" When all's done, You look but on a stool. Mac. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how Why, what care I? If thou cans't nod, speak too. - Lady. What quite unmann'd in folly ? Mac. If I stand here, I saw him. Lady. Fie, for shame! 330 Mac. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden *Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd And And push us from our stools: this is more strange Than such a murder is. Lady. My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you. Mac. I do forget: Do not muse at me*, my most worthy friends; }; I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing 341 To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; Re-enter Ghoft. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Would he were here to all, and him, we thirst, 851 *And all to all. Lords. Our duties and the pledge. Mac. Avant! 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. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom :: 'tis no other ; : Mac. What man dare, I dare: ვნე If *If trembling I inhabit, then protest me 37° Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder.. Mat. *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 cheek, When mine is blanch'd with fear*. ' Rosse. What sights, my lord? 380 Lady. I pray you, speak' not; he grows worse and Question enrages him : at once, good night: Len. Good night, and better health,b red do Attend his majesty, bodd o dniał Lady. A kind good night to allb to [Exeunt Lords. Mac. It will have blood, they say, blood will have Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; *Augurs, and understood relations, chave b By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.-What is the night? 390 Lady. |