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Rofe. They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon't.

Enter Macduff.
Here comes the good Macduff:
How goes the world, Sir, now?

Macd. Why, see you not?
Roffe. Is’t known, who did this more than bloody deed;
Mard. Those, that Macbeth hath sain,

Rose. Alas, the day!
What good could they pretend ?

Macd. They were luborn'd;
Malcolm, and Donalbain, the King's two sons,
Are ftol'n away and fled ; which puts upon them
Suspicion of the deed.

Rolle. 'Gainst nature still ;
Thriftless ambition! that will ravin up
Thine own life's means.--Then 'ris most like,
The Sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth ?

Mucd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone,
To be invested.

Rolle. Where is Duncan's body?

Maçd. Carried to Colmes-bill,
The sacred storehouse of his Predeceffors,
And guardian of their bones.

Rolle. Will you to Scone?
Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife.
Roffe. Well, I will thither,

Macd. Well, may you see things well done there, (adieu;) Left our old robes fit easier than our new !

Roffe. Farewel, father.

Old M. God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of fues.

Exeunt.

ACT

Аст

III.

SCENE, an Apartment in the Palace.

Enter Banquo.

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The weird women promis'd; and, I fear,
Thou plaid'ft moft foully for’t : yet it was said,
It should not stand in thy pofterity;
But that myself should be the root, and father
Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,
And fet me up in hope ? but, hush, no more.
Frumpets found. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth,

Lenox, Roffe, Lords and Attendants.
Macb. Here's our chief guest.

Lady. 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 folemn supper, Sir,
And I'll request your presence.

Ban. Lay your Highness'
Command upon me; to the which, my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tye
For ever knit.

Macb. Ride you this afternoon ?
Ban. Ay, my good Lord.

Macb. We should have else defir'd
Your good advice (which still hath been both grave
And prosperous) in this day's council ; but
We'll take to-morrow. Is it far you ride ?

Ban. As far, my Lord, as will fill up the time 'Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better,

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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 coufins are bestow'd.
In England, and in Ireland; not confeffing
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
With strange invention; but of that to-morrow ;
When therewithal we shall have eause of state,
Craving us jointly. Hie 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 fwift, and sure of foot:
And so I do commend you to their backs.
Farewel.

[Exit Banquo.
Let ev'ry man be master of his time (20)
'Till seven at night; to make society
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
'Till supper-time alone: 'till then, God be with you.

[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, and Lords.
Manent Macbeth, and a Servant.
Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
Our pleasure?

Ser. They are, my Lord, without the palace-gate.
Macb. Bring them before us--To be thus, is nothing,

[Exit Servant.
But to be safely thus.-- Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that, which would be fear’d. 'Tis much he dares,

(20) Let ev'ry man be master of bis time
"Till fiven at night, to make society
The freeter welcome : We will keep ourself
'Till supper time alone.] I am surpriz'd, none of the editors should
quarrel with the pointing. How could ev'ry man's being master of
his own time 'till night, make society then the fweeter? for, so,
every man might have gone into company in the mean while, and
palld himself for the night's entertainment. My regulation, I dare
warrant, retrieves the poet's meaning. “ Let every man (says the
“ King,) be master of his own time 'till feven o'clock ; and that I

may have the stronger enjoyment of your companies then, I'll « abitain from all company 'till fupper-time."

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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,
Whofe being s do fear; and, under him,
My genius is rebuk'd; as it is faid,
Antony's was by Cæfar. He chid the sisters,
When first they put the name of King upon me,
And bade them speak to him ; then, prophet-like,
They hail'd him father to a line of Kings.
Upon my head they plac'd a fruitless crown,
And put a barren scepter in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine fucceeding. If’tis so,
For Banquo's issue have I'fl'd

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
Giv'n to the common enemy of man,
To make them Kings: the feed of Banquo Kings:
Rather than so, come fate into the lift,
And champion me to th' utterance !-who's there?

Enter Servant, and two Murderers.
Go to the door, and stay there, 'till we call. [Exit Ser.
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

Mur. It was, so please your Highness.

Macb. Well then, now You have confider'd of my speeches ? know, That it was he, in the times past, which held you So under fortune; which, you thought, had been Our innocent felf; this I made good to you In our last conf'rence, past in probation with you: How you were borne in hand, how croit; the instruments, Who wrought with them: and all things else, that might To half a soul, and to a notion craz'd, Say, thus did Banquo.

i Mur. True, you made it known.

Macb. I did so; and went further, which is now Our point of fecond meeting. Do you find Your patience fo predominant in your nature,

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That you can let this go? are you so gospellid,
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?

1 Mur. We are men, my Liege.

Macb. Ay, in the cacalogue ye go for men,
As hounds, and greyhounds, mungrels, spaniels, curs,
Showghes, water-rugs, and demy-wolves are cleped
All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the Swift, the flow, the subtle,
The house-keeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him clos'd; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
Now, if you have a station in the file,
And not in the worst rank of manhood, fay it;
And I will put that business in your bosoms,
Whose execution takes your enemy off ;
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Who wear our health but fickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.

2 Mur. I am one,
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,
So weary with disafters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.

Macb. Both of you
Know, Banquo was your enemy.

Mur. True, my Lord.

Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance, That every minute of his being thrufts Against my near'lt 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 certain friends that are boch his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop ; but wail his fall,

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