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Len. Is 't known, who did this more than bloody deed?
Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain.
Len. Alas, the day!
Macd. They were suborn'd:
Len. 'Gainst nature still;
Macd. He is already named ; and gone to Scone, To be invested.
Len. Where is Duncan's body?
Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;
Len. Will you to Scone?
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Len. Well, I will thither.
Macd. Well, may you see things well done there; —adieu !— Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! [Exeunt.
The Palace at Fores.
Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
But that myself should be the root, and father
[Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. But, hush; no more.
Enter Macbeth, as King; Seyton, Lenox, Rosse, and Attendants.
Macb. Here's our chief guest:
Ban. Let your highness
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 take 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. Fail not our feast.
Ban. My lord, I will not.
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,
Ban. Ay, mygood 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. [Exeunt Banquo and Fleance.
Let every man be master of his time
Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our pleasure?
Set/. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
Macb. Bring them before us.— [Exit Seyton.
When first they put the name of King upon me,
To make them kings. The seed of Banquo
kings!— Rather than so, come, fate, into the list, And champion me to the utterance!—Who's there ?—
Enter Seyton, with Two Officers.
[Exit Seyton. Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
1 Off. It was, so please your highness. Macb. Well then, now
Have you consider'd of my speeches'?
Do you find
Your patience so predominant in your nature,
That you can let this go? Are you so gospel'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?
2 Off. I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
1 Off. And I another,
Macb. Both of you
1 Off. 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 With bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not, For sundry weighty reasons.
2 Off. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us,
1 Off. Though our lives
Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour, at most, I will advise you where to plant yourselves; 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, (Toleave no rubs, nor botches, in the work,) Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
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Whose absence is no less material to me
1 Off. We are resolv'd, my lord.
Macb. I'll call upon you strait; abide within.
It is concluded: Banquo, thy soul's flight,
If it find Heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exit.
Enter Lady Macbeth, as Queen; and Seyton.
Lady. Is Banquo gone from court?
Sey. Ay, madam; but returns again to-night.
Lady. Say to the King, I would attend his leisure For a few words.
Sey. Madam, I will. (Exit Seyton.
Lady. Nought's had, all's spent,
How now, my lord? why do you keep alone,
Macb. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it,