To make them Kings, the Seeds of Banquo Kings: Enter Servant, and two Murtherers. Now go to the Door, and ftay there 'till we call. Was it not yesterday we spoke together? [Exit Servant. Now you have confider'd of my Speeches? know In our laft Conference, paft in probation with you: Say, thus did Banquo. I Mur. You made it known to us. Macb. I did fo; and went further, which is now I Mur. We are Men, my Liege. Macb. Ay, in the Catalogue ye go for Men, That That writes them all alike: and fo of Men. And not in the worst rank of Manhood, fay it; 2 Mur. I am one, my Liege, Whom the vile Blows and Buffets of the World I do, to fpite the World. I Mur. And I another, So weary with Difafters, tugg'd with Fortune, Macb. Both of you Know Banguo was your Enemy. Macb.So is he mine: and in fuch bloody distance, Against my near'ft of Life; and though I could 2 Mur. We hall, my Lord, Perform what you command us. I Mur. Though our Lives Mach, Your Spirits fhine through you. I will advise you where to plant your felves, S Fleance, Fleance, his Son, that keeps him company, Mur. We are refolv'd, my Lord. Mach. I'll call upon you straight; abide within, Lady. Is Banquo gone from Court? Serv. Ay, Madam, but returns again to Night. [Exeunt. Lady. Say to the King, I would attend his leifure, For a few words. Serv, Madam, I will. Lady. Nought's had, all's spent, Where our defire is got without content: 'Tis fafer, to be that which we destroy, Than by deftruction dwell in doubtful joy. Enter Macbeth. [Exit. How now, my Lord, why do you keep alone? Mach. We have fcorch'd the Snake, not kill'd it: But let the frame of things disjoint, Both the Worlds fuffer, E'er we will eat our Meal in fear, and fleep That shake us Nightly Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have fent to peace, Than on the torture of the Mind to lie In reftlefs ecftafie. Duncan is in his Grave; After Life's fitful Fever, he fleeps well, Lady. Come on; Gentle Gentle, my Lord, fleep o'er your rugged Looks, And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts, Lady. You must leave this. Macb. O, full of Scorpions is my Mind, dear Wife! Thou know'ft, that Banquo and his Fleance lives. Lady. But in them, Nature's Copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet, they are affailable, Then be thou jocund: e'er the Bat hath flown His Cloyfter'd flight, e'er to black Hecat's Summons The fhard-born Beetle, with his drowfie hums, Hath rung Night's yawning Peal, there fhall be done A deed of dreadful note. Lady. What's to be done? Macb. Be inocent of the Knowledge, deareft Chuck, 'Till thou applaud the deed: Come, fealing Night, Skarf up the tender Eye of pitiful Day, And with thy bloody and invifible Hand Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the Crow Good things of Day begin to droop and drowze, SCENE II. SCENE A Park, the Caftle at a Ditance. I Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? 3 Mur. Macbeth. 2 Mur. He needs not our miftruft, fince he delivers Our Offices, and what we have to do, To the dire&ion juft. 1 Mur. Then ftand with us. The Weft yet glimmers with fome ftreaks of Day. To gain the timely Inn, and near approaches 3 Mur. Hark, I hear Horfes. Banquo within. Give us a Light there, ho. The reft, that are within the note of expectation, 1 Mur. His Horfes go about. 3 Mur. Almost a Mile: but he does usually, So all Men do, from hence to th' Palace Gate, Make it their walk. Enter Banquo and Fleance, with a Torch. 2 Mur. A Light, a Light. 3 Mur. 'Tis he. I Mur. Stand to't. Ban. It will be rain to Night. [They fall upon Banquo and kill him; in the fcuffle Fleance escapes. I Mur. Let it come down. Ban. O, Treachery! Fly, good Fleance, Ay, Ay, Ay, Thou may't revenge. O Slave! 3 Mur. Who did ftrike out the Light? 1 Mur. Was't not the way? 3 Mur.There's but one down; the Son is fled. 2 Mur. We have loft Beft half of our Affair. [Dies. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and fay how much is done. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Room of State. A Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Roffe, Lenox, Mach. You know your own Degrees, fit down: At first and last, the hearty welcome. Lords. Thanks to your Majefty. Macb. Our felf will mingle with Society, And |