I do, to spite the world. 1. M. And I another, So weary'd with disafters, tug'd with fortune, To mend it, or be rid on't. MAC. Both of you Know, Banquo was your enemy. Mur. True, my lord. MAC. So is he mine: and in fuch bloody distance, That every minute of his being thrufts Against my near'ft of life: And though I could 2. M. We fhall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1. M. Though our lives [at moft, MAC. Your fpirits thine through you. Within this hour, I will advise you where to plant yourfelves; 3 wearie with Of that dark hour: Resolve yourselves apart; Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord. MAC. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. [Exeunt Murtherers. It is concluded: - Banquo, thy foul's flight, SCENE II. The fame. Another Room. [Exit. Att. Ay, madam; but returns again to-night. L. M. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure For a few words. Att. Madam, I will. L. M. Nought's had, all's fpent, [Exit Attendant. Where our desire is got without content: How now, my lord? why do you keep alone, MAC. We have fcotch'd the fnake, not kill'd it, But let the frame of things difjoint, both the worlds fuffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and fleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, 26 fcorch'd Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Treason has done his worft: nor fteel, nor poison, Can touch him further. L. M. Come on; Gentle my lord, Sleek o'er your rugged looks; be bright and jovial MAC. So fhall I, love; With eye and tongue : And fo, I pray, be you let your remembrance L. M. You must leave this. MAC. O, full of fcorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'ft, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. L. M. But in them nature's copy's not etern. MAC'. There's comfort yet, they are affailable; Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown His cloifter'd flight; ere, to black Hecat's fummons, The fhard-born beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there fhall be done A deed of dreadful note. L. M. What's to be done? MAC'. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, 'Till thou applaud the deed. Come, feeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond Good things of day begin to droop and drowze; [Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. A Park: Gate leading to the Palace. Enter three Murtherers. 1. M. But who did bid thee join with us? 3. M. Macbeth. 2. M. He needs not our mistruft; fince he delivers Our offices, and what we have to do, To the direction just. 1. M. Then ftand with us. The weft yet glimmers with fome streaks of day: To gain the timely inn; and near approaches 3. M. Hark! I hear horfes. BAN. [within.] Give us a light there, ho! That are within the note of expectation, 1. M. His horfes go about. 3. M. Almost a mile: but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace-gate Make it their walk. Enter BANQUO, and Fleance; 34 2. Then 'tis [affaulting him. BAN. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly; Thou may'ft revenge. -O flave! [dies. Fleance, and Servant, fly. 3. M. Who did strike out the light? 1. M. Was't not the way? 3. M. There's but one down; the son is fled. 2. M. We have loft Beft half of our affair. 1. M. Well, let's away, And fay how much is done. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The fame. A Hall of State in the Palace. A Banquet fet out. Flourish. Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, ROSSE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants. MAC. You know your own degrees, fit down : and first, And last, the hearty welcome. Lor. Thanks to your majefty. MAC. Ourfelf will mingle with fociety, And play the humble hoft. Our hoftefs keeps her state; but, in best time, We will require her welcome. [they fit. L. Mb. Pronounce it for me, fir, to all our friends; For my heart fpeaks, they are welcome. [thanks. MAC". See, they encounter thee with their hearts' Both fides are even: here I'll fit i'the mid'ft: Enter firft Murtherer, to the Door. Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure 20 downe: At first |