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    Act III, Scene 1

    Forres. The palace.

    [Enter BANQUO]

    • Banquo. 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,1005
      But that myself should be the root and father
      Of many kings. If there come truth from them—
      As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine—
      Why, by the verities on thee made good,
      May they not be my oracles as well,1010
      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]
    • Macbeth. Here's our chief guest.
    • Lady Macbeth. If he had been forgotten,1015
      It had been as a gap in our great feast,
      And all-thing unbecoming.
    • Macbeth. To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
      And I'll request your presence.
    • Banquo. Let your highness1020
      Command upon me; to the which my duties
      Are with a most indissoluble tie
      For ever knit.
    • Macbeth. Ride you this afternoon?
    • Banquo. Ay, my good lord.1025
    • Macbeth. We should have else desired your good advice,
      Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
      In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
      Is't far you ride?
    • Banquo. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time1030
      'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
      I must become a borrower of the night
      For a dark hour or twain.
    • Macbeth. Fail not our feast.
    • Banquo. My lord, I will not.1035
    • Macbeth. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
      In England and in Ireland, not confessing
      Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
      With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,
      When therewithal we shall have cause of state1040
      Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
      Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
    • Banquo. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.
    • Macbeth. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
      And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.1045
      [Exit BANQUO]
      Let every man be master of his time
      Till seven at night: to make society
      The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
      Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!1050
      [Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant]
      Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
      Our pleasure?
    • Attendant. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
    • Macbeth. Bring them before us.1055
      [Exit Attendant]
      To be thus is nothing;
      But to be safely thus.—Our fears in Banquo
      Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
      Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;1060
      And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
      He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
      To act in safety. There is none but he
      Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
      My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,1065
      Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
      When first they put the name of king upon me,
      And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like
      They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
      Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,1070
      And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
      Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
      No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
      For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;
      For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;1075
      Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
      Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
      Given to the common enemy of man,
      To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
      Rather than so, come fate into the list.1080
      And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!
      [Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers]
      Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
      [Exit Attendant]
      Was it not yesterday we spoke together?1085
    • First Murderer. It was, so please your highness.
    • Macbeth. Well then, now
      Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
      That it was he in the times past which held you
      So under fortune, which you thought had been1090
      Our innocent self: this I made good to you
      In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,
      How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,
      the instruments,
      Who wrought with them, and all things else that might1095
      To half a soul and to a notion crazed
      Say 'Thus did Banquo.'
    • First Murderer. You made it known to us.
    • Macbeth. I did so, and went further, which is now
      Our point of second meeting. Do you find1100
      Your patience so predominant in your nature
      That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd
      To pray for this good man and for his issue,
      Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave
      And beggar'd yours for ever?1105
    • First Murderer. We are men, my liege.
    • Macbeth. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
      As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
      Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
      All by the name of dogs: the valued file1110
      Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
      The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
      According to the gift which bounteous nature
      Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
      Particular addition. from the bill1115
      That writes them all alike: and so of men.
      Now, if you have a station in the file,
      Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;
      And I will put that business in your bosoms,
      Whose execution takes your enemy off,1120
      Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
      Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
      Which in his death were perfect.
    • Second Murderer. I am one, my liege,
      Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world1125
      Have so incensed that I am reckless what
      I do to spite the world.
    • First Murderer. And I another
      So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
      That I would set my lie on any chance,1130
      To mend it, or be rid on't.
    • Macbeth. Both of you
      Know Banquo was your enemy.
    • First Murderer. [with Second Murderer] True, my lord.
    • Macbeth. So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,1135
      That every minute of his being thrusts
      Against my near'st of life: and though I could
      With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
      And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
      For certain friends that are both his and mine,1140
      Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
      Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,
      That I to your assistance do make love,
      Masking the business from the common eye
      For sundry weighty reasons.1145
    • Second Murderer. We shall, my lord,
      Perform what you command us.
    • First Murderer. Though our lives—
    • Macbeth. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
      I will advise you where to plant yourselves;1150
      Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,
      The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
      And something from the palace; always thought
      That I require a clearness: and with him—
      To leave no rubs nor botches in the work—1155
      Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
      Whose absence is no less material to me
      Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
      Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
      I'll come to you anon.1160
    • First Murderer. [With Second Murderer] We are resolved, my lord.
    • Macbeth. I'll call upon you straight: abide within.
      [Exeunt Murderers]
      It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
      If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.1165

    [Exit]


    Act III, Scene 2

    The palace. 

    [Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant]

    • Lady Macbeth. Is Banquo gone from court?
    • Servant. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.
    • Lady Macbeth. Say to the king, I would attend his leisure1170
      For a few words.
    • Servant. Madam, I will.

    [Exit]

    • Lady Macbeth. Nought's had, all's spent,
      Where our desire is got without content:1175
      'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
      Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
      [Enter MACBETH]
      How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
      Of sorriest fancies your companions making,1180
      Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
      With them they think on? Things without all remedy
      Should be without regard: what's done is done.
    • Macbeth. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:
      She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice1185
      Remains in danger of her former tooth.
      But let the frame of things disjoint, both the
      worlds suffer,
      Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep
      In the affliction of these terrible dreams1190
      That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,
      Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
      Than on the torture of the mind to lie
      In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
      After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;1195
      Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
      Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
      Can touch him further.
    • Lady Macbeth. Come on;
      Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;1200
      Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
    • Macbeth. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
      Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
      Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:
      Unsafe the while, that we1205
      Must lave our honours in these flattering streams,
      And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
      Disguising what they are.
    • Lady Macbeth. You must leave this.
    • Macbeth. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!1210
      Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
    • Lady Macbeth. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
    • Macbeth. There's comfort yet; they are assailable;
      Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown
      His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons1215
      The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums
      Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
      A deed of dreadful note.
    • Lady Macbeth. What's to be done?
    • Macbeth. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,1220
      Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
      Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
      And with thy bloody and invisible hand
      Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
      Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow1225
      Makes wing to the rooky wood:
      Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
      While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
      Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
      Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.1230
      So, prithee, go with me.

    [Exeunt]


    Act III, Scene 3

    A park near the palace. 

    [Enter three Murderers]

    • First Murderer. But who did bid thee join with us?
    • Third Murderer. Macbeth.1235
    • Second Murderer. He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
      Our offices and what we have to do
      To the direction just.
    • First Murderer. Then stand with us.
      The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:1240
      Now spurs the lated traveller apace
      To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
      The subject of our watch.
    • Third Murderer. Hark! I hear horses.
    • Banquo. [Within] Give us a light there, ho!1245
    • Second Murderer. Then 'tis he: the rest
      That are within the note of expectation
      Already are i' the court.
    • First Murderer. His horses go about.
    • Third Murderer. Almost a mile: but he does usually,1250
      So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
      Make it their walk.
    • Second Murderer. A light, a light!

    [Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch]

    • Third Murderer. 'Tis he.1255
    • First Murderer. Stand to't.
    • Banquo. It will be rain to-night.
    • First Murderer. Let it come down.

    [They set upon BANQUO]

    • Banquo. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!1260
      Thou mayst revenge. O slave!

    [Dies. FLEANCE escapes]

    • Third Murderer. Who did strike out the light?
    • First Murderer. Wast not the way?
    • Third Murderer. There's but one down; the son is fled.1265
    • Second Murderer. We have lost
      Best half of our affair.
    • First Murderer. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

    [Exeunt]


    Act III, Scene 4

    The same. Hall in the palace. 


    [A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH,] [p]ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants]

    • Macbeth. You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
      And last the hearty welcome.
    • Lords. Thanks to your majesty.
    • Macbeth. Ourself will mingle with society,1275
      And play the humble host.
      Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
      We will require her welcome.
    • Lady Macbeth. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
      For my heart speaks they are welcome.1280

    [First Murderer appears at the door]

    • Macbeth. 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.1285
      [Approaching the door]
      There's blood on thy face.
    • First Murderer. 'Tis Banquo's then.
    • Macbeth. 'Tis better thee without than he within.
      Is he dispatch'd?1290
    • First Murderer. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
    • Macbeth. 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 nonpareil.
    • First Murderer. Most royal sir,1295
      Fleance is 'scaped.
    • Macbeth. 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:
      But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in1300
      To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
    • First Murderer. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
      With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
      The least a death to nature.
    • Macbeth. Thanks for that:1305
      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 Murderer]

    • Lady Macbeth. My royal lord,
      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 thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;1315
      Meeting were bare without it.
    • Macbeth. Sweet remembrancer!
      Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
      And health on both!
    • Lennox. May't please your highness sit.1320
      [The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in]
      MACBETH's place]
    • Macbeth. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
      Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
      Who may I rather challenge for unkindness1325
      Than pity for mischance!
    • Ross. His absence, sir,
      Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
      To grace us with your royal company.
    • Macbeth. The table's full.1330
    • Lennox. Here is a place reserved, sir.
    • Macbeth. Where?
    • Lennox. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?
    • Macbeth. Which of you have done this?
    • Lords. What, my good lord?1335
    • Macbeth. Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
      Thy gory locks at me.
    • Ross. Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
    • Lady Macbeth. Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
      And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;1340
      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. Are you a man?
    • Macbeth. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that1345
      Which might appal the devil.
    • Lady Macbeth. O proper stuff!
      This is the very painting of your fear:
      This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
      Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,1350
      Impostors to true fear, would well become
      A woman's story at a winter's fire,
      Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
      Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
      You look but on a stool.1355
    • Macbeth. Prithee, see there! 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 monuments1360
      Shall be the maws of kites.

    [GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]

    • Lady Macbeth. What, quite unmann'd in folly?
    • Macbeth. If I stand here, I saw him.
    • Lady Macbeth. Fie, for shame!1365
    • Macbeth. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
      Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
      Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
      Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
      That, when the brains were out, the man would die,1370
      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.
    • Lady Macbeth. My worthy lord,1375
      Your noble friends do lack you.
    • Macbeth. I do forget.
      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;1380
      Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.
      I drink to the general joy o' 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.1385
    • Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.

    [Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO]

    • Macbeth. Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
      Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
      Thou hast no speculation in those eyes1390
      Which thou dost glare with!
    • Lady Macbeth. Think of this, good peers,
      But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
      Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
    • Macbeth. What man dare, I dare:1395
      Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
      The arm'd 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;1400
      If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
      The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
      Unreal mockery, hence!
      [GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]
      Why, so: being gone,1405
      I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
    • Lady Macbeth. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
      With most admired disorder.
    • Macbeth. Can such things be,
      And overcome us like a summer's cloud,1410
      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 is blanched with fear.1415
    • Ross. What sights, my lord?
    • Lady Macbeth. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
      Question enrages him. At once, good night:
      Stand not upon the order of your going,
      But go at once.1420
    • Lennox. Good night; and better health
      Attend his majesty!
    • Lady Macbeth. A kind good night to all!

    [Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH]

    • Macbeth. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:1425
      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 Macbeth. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.1430
    • Macbeth. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
      At our great bidding?
    • Lady Macbeth. Did you send to him, sir?
    • Macbeth. I hear it by the way; but I will send:
      There's not a one of them but in his house1435
      I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
      And betimes I will, to 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 blood1440
      Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
      Returning were as tedious as go o'er:
      Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
      Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
    • Lady Macbeth. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.1445
    • Macbeth. 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]


    Act III, Scene 5

    A Heath.

    [Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE]

    • First Witch. Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.
    • Hecate. Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
      Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
      To trade and traffic with Macbeth
      In riddles and affairs of death;1455
      And I, the mistress of your charms,
      The close contriver of all harms,
      Was never call'd to bear my part,
      Or show the glory of our art?
      And, which is worse, all you have done1460
      Hath been but for a wayward son,
      Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
      Loves for his own ends, not for you.
      But make amends now: get you gone,
      And at the pit of Acheron1465
      Meet me i' the morning: thither he
      Will come to know his destiny:
      Your vessels and your spells provide,
      Your charms and every thing beside.
      I am for the air; this night I'll spend1470
      Unto a dismal and a fatal end:
      Great business must be wrought ere noon:
      Upon the corner of the moon
      There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
      I'll catch it ere it come to ground:1475
      And that distill'd by magic sleights
      Shall raise such artificial sprites
      As by the strength of their illusion
      Shall draw him on to his confusion:
      He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear1480
      He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
      And you all know, security
      Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
      [Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' &c]
      Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,1485
      Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

    [Exit]

    • First Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.

    [Exeunt]


    Act III, Scene 6

    Forres. The palace.

    [Enter LENNOX and another Lord]

    • Lennox. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
      Which can interpret further: only, I say,
      Things have been strangely borne. The
      gracious Duncan
      Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:1495
      And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;
      Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,
      For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.
      Who cannot want the thought how monstrous
      It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain1500
      To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
      How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight
      In pious rage the two delinquents tear,
      That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?
      Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;1505
      For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive
      To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,
      He has borne all things well: and I do think
      That had he Duncan's sons under his key—
      As, an't please heaven, he shall not—they1510
      should find
      What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
      But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd
      His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear
      Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell1515
      Where he bestows himself?
    • Lord. The son of Duncan,
      From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth
      Lives in the English court, and is received
      Of the most pious Edward with such grace1520
      That the malevolence of fortune nothing
      Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff
      Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid
      To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:
      That, by the help of these—with Him above1525
      To ratify the work—we may again
      Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,
      Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,
      Do faithful homage and receive free honours:
      All which we pine for now: and this report1530
      Hath so exasperate the king that he
      Prepares for some attempt of war.
    • Lennox. Sent he to Macduff?
    • Lord. He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,'
      The cloudy messenger turns me his back,1535
      And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time
      That clogs me with this answer.'
    • Lennox. And that well might
      Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance
      His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel1540
      Fly to the court of England and unfold
      His message ere he come, that a swift blessing
      May soon return to this our suffering country
      Under a hand accursed!
    • Lord. I'll send my prayers with him.1545

    [Exeunt]

     

     


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