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Ross. Is't known who did this more than bloody


Macduff. Those that Macbeth hath slain.


What good could they pretend?


Alas, the day!

They were suborn'd:
Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,
Are stol'n away and fled, which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.


'Gainst nature still:

Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up

Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth. Macduff. He is already named, and gone to Scone To be invested.


Where is Duncan's body?

Macduff. Carried to Colme-kill,

The sacred storehouse of his predecessors

And guardian of their bones.


Macduff. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

Will you to Scone ?


24. pretend, intend. 24. suborn'd, instigated. 28. Thriftless,

prodigal. 28. ravin, devour.

32. invested, formally crowned.

34. storehouse, burying-place.


Well, I will thither.

Macduff. Well, may you see things well done

there adieu!

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

Ross. Farewell, father.

Old Man. God's benison go with you, and with those

That would make good of bad and friends of




SCENE I. Forres. The palace


Banquo. Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis,


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,

But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from


As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine-
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well

And set me up in hope? But hush, no more.


40. benison, blessing. 7. shine, are brilliantly fulfilled.


Sennet sounded.

Enter MACBETH, as king; LADY MAC

BETH, LENNOX, Ross, Lords, and Attendants

Macbeth. Here's our chief guest.

Lady Macbeth.

If he had been forgotten,

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.


Let your highness

Command upon me, to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie

For ever knit.


Ride you this afternoon?

Banquo. Ay, my good lord.

Macbeth. We should have else desired your good


Which still hath been both grave and prosper


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 time
"Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the


I must become a borrower of the night

For a dark hour or twain.


Banquo. My lord, I will not.

Fail not our feast.

13. all-thing, altogether.

14. solemn, formal.


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 state
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with

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.



[Exit Banquo. 40

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

[Exeunt all but Macbeth and an Attendant.


A word with you: attend those men our pleasure? Attendant. They are, my lord, without the palace


Macbeth. Bring them before us.

[Exit Attendant. To be thus is nothing;

But to be safely thus: our fears in Banquo
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature


30. bestow'd, settled. 34. therewithal, in addition thereto. 39. commend, commit. 44. while.

34. cause, subject-matter.

till. 45. sirrah, fellow.


Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he


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
Mark Antony's was by Cæsar.


He chid the

When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade them speak to him; then prophet-

They hail'd him father to a line of kings :
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
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;
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 seeds of Banquo kings! 70
Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,

And champion me to the utterance!



52. to, in addition to. 56. Genius, presiding spirit. 56. rebuked, checked, restrained. 63. with, by. 65. filed, defiled. 71. fate,


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