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Ban. (Within, L.) Thou may'st revenge.--Oh, slave! Oh, oh, Oh !

(Dies. Re-enter OFFICERS. 1st Of. Who did strike out the light ? 2d Of. Was't not the way? 1st Off. There's but one down; the son is fled. 2d Of. We have lost the best half of our affair. 1st Of: Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

(Eceunt, L.

SCENE IV.—The Banqueting Room in the Palace, at Fores,

Music. - A Banquet prepared. MACBETH, Lady Macbeth, Rosse, Lenox, SEYTON, AT

TENDANTS, GUARDS, fc., discovered. Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down : at first, And last, the hearty welcome.

Rosse. Thanks to your majesty.

Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,
And play the humble host :
Our hostess keeps her state ; but in best time,
We will require her welcome.

Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends ;
For my heart speaks, they are welcome.
Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts'

thanks :Both sides are even; here I'll sit i' the midst. Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure The table round.Enter First OFFICER, L. Macbeth leaves the throne to meet

him. There's blood upon thy face.

1st Off. 'Tis Banquo's, then. Macb. Is he dispatched ? 1st Off. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the best o' the cut-throats :-Yet he's

good, That did the like for Fleance,

1st Of. Most royal sir Fleance is 'scaped.

Macb. Then comes my fit again; I had else been per


Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
As broad, and general, as the casing air;
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.— But Banquo's safe?

1st Oj: Ay, my good lord; safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes 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 the present.-Get thee gone; to-morrow
We'll hear, ourselves again.

[Exit Officer, L. Lady M. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer; the feast is sold, That is not often vouched; while 'tis a making, 'Tis given with welc ne: 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 un appetite,
And health on both.

Len. May it please your highness, sit ?
Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roofed,

[Crossing, R.
Were the graced person of our Banquo present,
Whom I may rather challenge for unkindness,
Than pity for mischance !-

(The blood-stained ghost of BanQuo enters, L., and oc

pies the vacant chair.
Rosse. His aosence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness
To grace us with your royal company?

Macb. The table's full.
Len. Here is a place reserved, sir.
Macb. Where ?
Len. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your

highness Macb. (Seeing Banquo.] Which of you have done this? Len. What, my good lord ?


Macb. 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, You shall offend him, and extend his passion. Feed, and regard him not.-[Leaves the Throne, and goes

to Macbeth.] Are you a man?
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.

Lady M. Oh, proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear;
This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said

to Duncan. Oh, these flaws, and starts, (Impostors to true fear), would well become A woman's story, at a winter's fire, Authorised by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces ? When all's done, You look but on a stool. Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! [Pointing to Ban.) behold!

look ! lo!-How say you ?-
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.

Erit Ghost, L.
Lady M. What! quite unmanned in folly!
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.
Lady M. Fie, for shame! [Returns to the Throne.

Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since, too, murders have been performed Too terrible for the 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 murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools! This is more strange Than such a murder is.

[Crosses, L. Lady M. My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you.

Macb. I do forgrt:-

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 :-[Goes to Throne.)-Give me some

wine, fill full,

[Seyton pours out wine and presents it to Macbeth. I drink to the 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.

Banquo's Ghost re-appears, R. Avaunt! 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 M. 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 Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. Or, be alive 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 ! Unreal mockery, hence !- Exit Ghost, R., Macbeth fol

lowing to the door. Why so; being gone, I am a man again. Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good

meeting, With most admired 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 blanched with fear. Rosse. What sights, my

lord ? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he gt ws worse and

worse ;

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 all but King and Queen. 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
I keep a servant fee’d.- I will to-morrow,
(Betimes I will,) unto the weird sisters :
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst: For mine own good,
All causes shall give way; I am in blood
Stepped in so far, that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Macb. Come, we'll to sleep : My strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use : We are yet but young in deed.

[Exeunt, R. SCENE V.- The Open Country.Thunder and Lightning.

Enter the three WITCHES, L., meeting Hecate, R. 1st Witch. Why, how now, Hecate ? you look angerly.

Hec. Have I not reason, beldames, as you are,
Saucy and overbold ? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth,
In riddles, and affairs of death ;
While I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never called to bear my part,

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