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And play the humble Host :
Our Hostess keeps her State, but in the best time
We will require her welcome.

[They fit. Lady. Pronounce it for me, Sir, to all our Friends. For my Heart speaks, they are welcome.

Enter forft Murtherer. Macb. See they encounter thee with their Hearts thanks, , Both sides are even : here I'll fit i'th' mid'it, Be large in Mirth, anon we'll drink a Measure The Table round. There's Blood upon thy Face. [To the Mur.

Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he dispatch'd ?

Mur. My Lord, his Throat is cut, that I did for him.

Macb. Thou art the best o'th' Cut-throats; yet he's good, That did the like for Fleanco : if thou did'It it, Thou art the Non-pareil.

Mur. Most Royal Sir,
Fleance is 'scapid.

Macb. Then comes my Fit again :
I had else been perfe&;
Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rock,
As broad, and general, as the casing Air:
But now I am cabin’d, crib’d, confin'd, bound in
To fawcy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?

Mur. Ay, my good Lord : safe in a Ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched galhes on his Head ;
The least a Death to Nature.

Macb. Thanks for that;
There the grown Serpent lyes, the Worm that's fled
Hath Nature, that in time will Venom breed,
No Teeth for th’present. Get thee gone, to morrow
We'll hear our felves again.

[Exit Murtherer. Lady. My Royal Lord, You do not give the Cheer; the Feast is sold That is not often vouched, while 'tis making : 'Tis given with welcome; to feed

were

bett at home; From thence, the Sawce to Meat is Ceremony, Meeting were bare without it.

The Ghost of Banquo rises, and fits in Macbeth's place.

Masb. Sweet Remembrancer!
Now good Digestion wait on Appetite,

And

And Health on both.

Len. May't please your Highness, fit.

Macb. Here had we now our Country's Honour, roof'd,
Weré the grac'd Person of our Banguo present;
Who may I rather challenge for Unkindness,
Than pity for Mischance.

Rosse. His absence, Sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Pleas't your Highness
To grace us with your Royal Company?
Macb. The Table's full.

[Starting. Len. Here is a place reserv'd, Sir. Mach. Where?

Lor. Here, my good Lord.
What is's that moves your Highness?

Macb. Which of you have done this?
Lords. What, my good Lord?

Macb. Thou can'ît not say I did it: never shake
Thy goary Locks at me.

Rose. Gentlemen rise, his Highness is not well.

Lady. Sit, worthy Friends, my Lord is ofren thus, And bath been from his Youth. Pray you keep seat, The fit is momentary, upon a Thought Hwill 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? [To Macbeth.

Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appall the Devil.

Lady. 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,
Impostors to true fear, would well become
A Woman's story at a Winter's Fire
Authoriz'd by her Grandam : shame it seif !
Why do you make such Faces? when all's done
You look but on a stool.

Macb. Prithee see there :
Behold! look! loe! how say you? [Pointing to the Ghoft.
Why, what care I, if thou canst nod, (peak too.
If Charnel.Houses, and our Graves must rend
Those that we bury, back; our Monuments

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[The Ghoff vanishes.
Lady. What? quite unmann'd in Folly?
Macb. - If I stand here, I saw him.
Lady. Fie for shame.

Macb. Blood hath been shed e'er now, i'ch' old time
E’er humane Statue purg'd the gentie Weal;
Ay, and since too, Murthers have been performid
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 Murthers on their Crowns,
And push us from our Stools; this is more strange
Than such a Murther is.

Lady. My worthy Lord,
Your Noble Friends do lack you.

Macb. 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,
Then I'll fit down: Give me some Wine, fill full —

[.As he is drinking, the Ghost rises again just before him. I drink to th'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.

Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Macb. Avant, and quit my fight, let the Earth hide thee:
Thy Bones are marrowless; thy Blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those Eyes,
Which thou doft glare with.

Lady. Think of this, good Peers,
But as a thing of Custom; 'is no other,
Only it fpoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb. What Man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian Bear,
The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan Tyger,
Take any shape but that, and my firm Nerves
Shall never tremble. O be alive again,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword ;
If trembling I inhabit, then protest me
The Baby of a Girl. Hence horrible Shadow,

be gone

Unreal Mock’ry hence. Why so,

[The Ghost vanishes. I am a Man again: pray you fit ftill. [The Lords rise. Lady. You have displac'd the Mirth, broke the good

Meeting,
With most admir'd disorder.

Macb. Can such things be,
And overcome us like a Summer's Cloud
Without our special wonder? You make me strangea
Even to the dispofition that I owe,
When now I thinķ you can behold such fights,
And keep the natural Ruby of your Cheeks,
When mine is blanch'd with fear.

Roffe. What fights, my Lord ?

Lady. 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.

Len. Good-night, and better Health Atrend his Majesty.

Lady. A kind Good-night to all. [Exeunt Lords.

Macb. It will have Blood they lay; Blood will have Blood: Stones have been known to move, and Trees to speak ; Augures, that understood Relations, have By Maggor. Pyes, and Choughs, and Rooks brought forth The secret'lt Man of Blood. What is the Night?

Lady. Almost at odds with Morning, which is which.

Macb. How fay'st thou, that Macduf denies his Persong At our great bidding?

Lady. 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

keep a Servant Fee'd. I will to Morrow
(And betimes I will) to the wizard Sisters,
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know
By the worst means, the worst, for mine own good;
All Caules Thall give way, I am in Blood
Spent in fo fa, 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 a&t. d, e erthey may be scann'd.

Lady.

We are yet

but

Lady. You lack the Season of all Natures, Sleep.

Macb. Come, we'll to Sleep; My strange and self-abufe Is the initiate Fear, that wants hard use: young indeed.

[Exeunt.
SCEN E IV. The Heath.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate.
1 Wit. Why how now, Hecate, you look angerly?

Hec. Have I not Reason, Beldams, as you are?
Sawcy, and over-bold, how did you dare
To trade and traffick with Macbeth,
Įn Riddles, and Affairs of Death;
And I the Mistress of your Charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never callid to bear my part,
Or shew the glory of our Art?
And which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward Son,
Spightful 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 Acheron
Meet me i'th' Morning: thither he
Will come, to know his Destiny;
Your Vefsels, and your Spells provide,
Your Charms, and every thing beside;
I am for th' Air: this Night I'll spend
Unto a dismal, and a fatal End.
Great Business must be wrought e'er Noon,
Upon the Corner of the Moon
There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,
P'll catch it e'er it come to ground;
And that distilld by Magick slights,
Shall raise such Artificial Sprights,
As by the strength of their Illusion,
Shall draw him on to his Confusion,
He shall spurn Fate, scorn Death, and bear
His hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace, and Fear :
And
you

all know, Security Is Mortal's chiefeft Enemy. [Musick, and a Song.

Hark

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