Rosse. Father, farewell. Old M. God's benison go with you; and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [Exit. ACT III. SCENE I.-Fores. A room in the palace. Enter BANQUO. Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, But that myself should be the root, and father And set me up in hope? But, hush: no more. Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king; Lady MACBETH, as queen; LENOX, ROSSE, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants. Macb. Here's our chief guest. Lady M. 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 solemn supper, sir, And I'll request your presence. Ban. Let your highness Command upon me; to the which, my duties For ever knit. Macb. Ride you this afternoon? Ban. Ay, my good lord. Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,) In this day's council; but we'll talk to-morrow. Is't far you ride? Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better, I must become a borrower of the night, For a dark hour, or twain. Macb. Ban. My lord, I will not. Fail not our feast. Macb. 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 you ? Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon us. Macb. I wish your horses swift, and sure of foot; And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell. Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night; to make society [Exit BANQUO. The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you. Exeunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c. Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our pleasure? But to be safely thus :-Our fears in Banquo [dares, Reigns that, which would be fear'd: 'Tis much he And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. He chid the sisters, To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! And champion me to th' utterance !-Who's there?— Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers. Now to the door, and stay there till we call. [Exit Attendant. Was it not yesterday we spoke together? 1 defiled. 2 utterance, for extremity, from the French, à l'outrance. To half a soul, and a notion craz'd, Say, Thus did Banquo. 1 Mur. You made it known to us. Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now Our point of second meeting. Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature, That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd, 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? To 1 Mur. We are men, my liege. Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, That writes them all alike: and so of men. And not in the worst rank of manhood, say it; 2 Mur. I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what I do, to spite the world. 1 Mur. And I another, 2 with fortune, So weary with disasters, tugg'd Macb. Both of you Know, Banquo was your enemy. 2 Mur. True, my lord. Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,' That every minute of his being thrusts Against my near'st of life: And though I could 2 Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1 Mur. Though our lives Macb. Your spirits shine through you. this hour, at most, Within I will advise you where to plant yourselves. 2 Mur. 1i. e. so dangerously near. We are resolv'd, my lord. i. e. the exact time, which shall be spied and watched for the purpose. TYRWHITT suggests, Acquaint you with the perfect spot, the time, The moment on't ; 3 at some distance. i. e. always remembering that I must stand clear of all suspicion. |