Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone To be invefted.

Roffe. Where is Duncan's body?

Macd. Carried to Colmes-hill,

The facred ftorehoufe of his Predeceffors,
And guardian of their bones.

Roffe. Will you to Scone?

Macd. No, Coufin, I'll to Fife.

Roffe. Well, I will thither.

Macd. Well, may you fee things well done there, (adieu ;)

Left our old robes fit easier than our new!

Roffe. Farewel, Father.

Old M. God's benifon go with you, and with those, That would make good of bad, and friends of foes.

A C T III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

An Apartment in the Palace.

Enter Banquo.

HOU haft it now; King, Cawdor, Glamis, all
The weyward women promis'd; and, I fear,
Thou play'dit moft foully for't: yet it was faid,
It fhould not ftand in thy Pofterity;

But that myself should be the root, and father
Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches fhine)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,

And fet me up in hope? but, hush, no more.

Trumpets found. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth, Lenox, Roffe, Lords and Attendants.

Mach. Here's our chief gueft.

Lady.

Lady. If he had been forgotten,

It had been as a gap in our great Feast,

And all things unbecoming.

Macb. To night we hold a folemn fupper, Sir, And I'll requeft your presence.

Ban. Lay your Highness'

Command upon me; to the which,

Are with a moft indiffoluble tye
For ever knit.

Macb. Ride you this afternoon?
Ban. Ay, my good lord.

Macb. We fhould have elfe defir'd

my Duties

Your good advice (which ftill hath been both grave And profperous) in this day's Council; but

We'll take to-morrow.

Is it far you ride?

Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and fupper. Go not my horfe the better, I must become a borrower of the night

For a dark hour or twain.

Macb. Fail not our feaft.

Ban. My lord, I will not.

Macb. We hear, our bloody Coufins are beftow'd In England, and in Ireland; not confeffing Their cruel Parricide, filling their hearers With ftrange invention; but of That to-morrow; When therewithal we fhall have cause of State, Craving us jointly. Hie to horse: adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? Ban. Ay, my good lord; our time does call upon us. Macb. I with your horfes fwift, and fure of foot: And fo I do commend you to their backs.

Farewel.

Let ev'ry man be mafter of his time

'Till feven at night; to make fociety

[Exit Banquo.

The fweeter welcome, we will keep ourself

'Till fupper-time alone: till then, God be with you.

[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, and Lords.

SCENE

Manent Macbeth, and a Servant.

SIRRAH, a word with you: attend those men

Our pleasure?

Ser. They are, my lord, without the Palace-gate. Macb. Bring them before us-To be thus, is nothing; [Exit ferv. But to be fafely thus.Our fears in Banquo

Stick deep; and in his Royalty of Nature

Reigns That, which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,

And to that dauntless temper of his mind,

He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in fafety. There is none but he,
Whofe Being I do fear: and, under him,
My Genius is rebuk'd; as, it is faid,
Antony's was by Cafar. He chid the Sifters,
When firft they put the name of King upon me,
And bade them fpeak to him; then, Prophet-like,
They hail'd him father to a line of Kings.
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless Crown,
And put a barren Scepter in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No fon of mine fucceeding. If 'tis fo,
For Banquo's iffue have I 'filed my mind:
For them, the gracious Duncan have I murder'd:
Put rancours in the veffel of my Peace
Only for them: and mine eternal jewel
Giv'n to the common enemy of man,

To make them Kings: the Seed of Banquo Kings:
Rather than fo, come Fate into the list,

And champion me to th' utterance!-who's there?

Enter Servant, and two murderers.

Go to the door, and ftay there, 'till we call.

[Exit Ser vant.

Was

Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
Mur. It was, fo please your Highness.
Macb. Well then, now

You have confider'd of my fpeeches? know,
That it was he, in the times paft, which held you
So under fortune; which, you thought, had been
Our innocent felf; this I made good to you

In our laft conf'rence, paft in probation with you: How you were borne in hand; how croft; the inftruments;

Who wrought with them: and all things elfe that might

To half a foul, and to a notion craz'd,

Say, thus did Banquo.

1 Mur. True, you made it known.

Macb. I did fo; and went further, which is now Our point of fecond meeting. Do you find Your Patience fo predominant in your nature, That you can let this go? are you fo gospell'd, To pray for this good man and for his iffue, Whofe heavy hand hath bow'd you to the Grave, And beggar'd yours for ever?

1 Mur. We are men, my liege.

Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men, As hounds, and grey-hounds, mungrels, fpaniels,

curs,

Showghes, water-rugs, and demy-wolves are cleped
All by the name of dogs; the valued file
Diftinguishes the fwift, the flow, the fubtle,
The house-keeper, the hunter; every one
According to the gift which bounteous Nature
Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill

That writes them all alike: and fo of men.
Now, if you have a ftation in the file,

And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it;
And I will put that bufinefs in your bofoms,
Whose execution takes your enemy off;

Grapples

Grapples you to the heart and love of us,

Who wear our health but fickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.

2 Mur. I am one,

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have fo incens'd, * that I am reckless what
I do, to fpite the world.

I Mur. And I another,

So weary with difaftrous tuggs with fortune, That I would fet my life on any chance,

To mend it, or be rid on't.

Macb. Both of you

Know, Banquo was your enemy.

Mur. True, my lord.

Mach. So is he mine: and in fuch bloody diftance, That every minute of his Being thrufts

Against my near'ft of life; and though I could
With bare-fac'd Power sweep him from my fight,
And bid my Will avouch it; yet I muft not,
For certain friends that are both his and mine,
Whofe loves I may not drop; but wail his Fall,
Whom I myself ftruck down: and thence it is,
That I to your affiftance do make love,
Masking the business from the common eye
For fundry weighty reasons.

2 Mur. We fhall, my lord,

Perform what you command us.

1 Mur. Though our lives

Mach. Your fpirits fhine through you. In this

hour, at moft,

I will advise you where to plant yourselves;

-that I am reckless what] i. e. Careless.

Mr. Pope.

We fee the

+ So weary with Difafters, Tugg'd with Fortune,] Speaker means to say that he is weary with ftruggling with adverse Fortune. But this reading expreffes but half the Idea; viz. of a Man tugg'd and haled by Fortune without making Refiftance. To give the complete Thought, we should read,

So weary with disastrous Tuggs with Fortune.

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