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Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further!

Lady M. Come on, gentle my lord;

Sleek o'er your rugged looks; be bright and jovial
Among your guests to-night.

Macb.

So shall I, love;

And so, I pray, be you. Let your remembrance
Apply to Banquo: present him eminence,' both
With eye and tongue: unsafe, the while, that we
Must lave our honors in these flattering streams;
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are,
Lady M.
You must leave this.
Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable;
Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown
His cloistered flight; ere, to black Hecate's summons,
The shard-borne beetle," with his drowsy hums,
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note.
Lady M.

2

What's to be done?

Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest

chuck,

Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,
Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
And, with thy bloody and invisible hand,
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond

1 Present him eminence, do him the highest honor.

2 Ritson has observed, that "Nature's copy" alludes to copyhold tenure, in which the tenant holds an estate for life, having nothing but the copy of the rolls of his lord's court to show for it. A lifehold tenure may well be said to be not eternal. The subsequent speech of Macbeth, in which he says,

"Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond,"

confirms this explanation. Many of Shakspeare's allusions are to legal

customs.

3 That is, the beetle borne along the air by its shards or scaly wings. Steevens had the merit of first showing that shard or sherd was the ancient word for a scale or outward covering, a case or sheath.

4 i. e. blinding: to seel up the eyes of a hawk was to close them by sewing the eyelids together.

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Which keeps me pale!-Light thickens; and the

crow

Makes wing to the rooky wood:

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse.
Thou marvell'st at my words; but hold thee still;
Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill.
So, pr'ythee, go with me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The same.

A Park or Lawn, with a

Gate leading to the Palace.

Enter three Murderers.

1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us?

3 Mur.

Macbeth.

2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he de

livers

Our offices, and what we have to do,

To the direction just.

1 Mur.

Then stand with us.

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day; the lated traveller apace,

Now

spurs

To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.

3 Mur.

Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho! 2 Mur.

Hark! I hear horses.

Then it is he; the rest

His horses go about.

That are within the note of expectation,1
Already are i' the court.

1 Mur.

3 Mur. Almost a mile; but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk.

1 i. e. they who are set down in the list of guests, and expected to

supper.

Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, a Servant with a torch

preceding them.

[blocks in formation]

[Assaults BANquo.

Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly,

fly;

Thou mayst revenge.

O slave!

[Dies. FLEANCE and Servant escape.1

3 Mur. Who did strike out the light?

1 Mur.

Was❜t not the way?

3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled.

2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair.

1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

SCENE IV. A Room of State in the Palace. A Banquet prepared.

Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSSE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants.

Macb. You know your own degrees; sit down: at

first 2

And last, the hearty welcome.

Lords.

Thanks to your majesty. Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,

And play the humble host.

1 Fleance, after the assassination of his father, fled into Wales, where, by the daughter of the prince of that country, he had a son named Walter, who afterwards became lord high steward of Scotland, and from thence assumed the name of sir Walter Steward. From him, in a direct line, king James I. was descended; in compliment to whom, Shakspeare has chosen to describe Banquo, who was equally concerned with Macbeth in the murder of Duncan, as innocent of that crime.

2 "At first and last." Johnson, with great plausibility, proposes to read, "To first and last."

Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time,
We will require her welcome.

Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; For my heart speaks, they are welcome.

Enter first Murderer, to the door.

Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks..

Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i' the midst:
Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure
The table round.-There's blood upon thy face.
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's, then.

Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within.2 Is he despatched?

Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Macb. Thou art the best o' the cutthroats.

he's good,

That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,

Thou art the nonpareil.

Mur.

Fleance is 'scaped.

Most royal sir,

Yet

Macb. Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect;

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;

As broad and general as the casing air:

But now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
Mur. Ay, my good lord; safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched 3 gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.

Macb.

Thanks for that.

There the grown serpent lies; the worm, that's fled, Hath nature that in time will venom breed,

1 "Keeps her state," continues in her chair of state. A state was a royal chair with a canopy over it.

2 ""Tis better thee without, than he within;" that is, I am better pleased that the blood of Banquo should be on thy face than he in this room.

3 "With twenty trenched gashes on his head;" from the French trancher, to cut.

No teeth for the present.-Get thee gone; to-morrow We'll hear ourselves again.

[Exit Murderer.

Lady M.
My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold,1

That is not often vouched while 'tis a making,

'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.

Sweet remembrancer!

Macb.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!

Len.

May it please your highness, sit? [The ghost of BANQUO rises, and sits in MACBETH's place.

Macb. Here had we now our country's honor roofed, Were the graced person of our Banquo present; I rather challenge for unkindness,

Who may
Than pity for mischance!

Rosse.

His absence, sir,

Lays blame upon his promise. Please it your highness To grace us with your royal company?

Macb. The table's full.

Len.

Macb.

Here's a place reserved, sir.

Where?

Len. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves

your highness?

Macb. Which of you have done this?

Lords. What, my good lord? Macb. Thou canst not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.

Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends.-My lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: 'pray you, keep seat ; The fit is momentary; upon a thought

He will again be well. If much you note him,
You shall offend him, and extend his passion; 2
Feed, and regard him not.-Are you a man?

1 That which is not given cheerfully cannot be called a gift; it is something that must be paid for.

2 i. e. prolong his suffering, make his fit longer.

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