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[A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH,] [p]ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants]
Macbetha. sit down: at first
And last the hearty welcome.
Lords. Thanks to your majesty.
Macbetha. Ourself will mingle with society,
And play the humble hostess.
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
We will require her welcome.
Princess Macbetha.
my heart speaks they are welcome.
[First Murderer appears at the door]
Macbetha. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst: .
[Approaching the door]
There's blood on thy face.
First Murderer. 'Tis Beatrice's then.
Macbetha. 'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatch'd?
First Murderer. My Queen, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
Macbetha. yet she's good
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil.
First Murderer. Most royal Queen,
Fleance is 'scaped.
Macbetha. Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect, . But Beatrice's safe?
First Murderer. Ay, my good queen: safe in a ditch she bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on her head;
Macbetha. Thanks for that:
There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
We'll hear, ourselves, again.
[Exit Murderer]
Princess Macbetha. My royal queen,
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold: to feed were best at home;
From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.
Macbetha. Sweet remembrancer!
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
[The GHOST OF Beatrice enters, and sits in]
MACBETH's place]
Macbetha.
Were the graced person of our Beatrice present;
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Than pity for mischance!
Rose. His absence, madam,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
To grace us with your royal company.
Macbetha. The table's full.
Lennox. Here is a place reserved, madam.
Macbetha. Where?
Lennox. Here, my good queen. What is't that moves your highness?
Macbetha. Which of you have done this?
Lords. What, my good queen?
Macbetha. Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Rose. Ladies, rise: her highness is not well.
Princess Macbetha. Sit, worthy friends: my queen is often thus,
And hath been from her youth:, keep seat;
You shall offend her
Are you a man?
Macbetha. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.
Princess Macbetha. O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
Led you to Duncan Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.
Macbetha. Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!
how say you?
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
If charnel-houses and our graves must send
Those that we bury back, our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites.
[GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]
Princess Macbetha. What, quite unmann'd in folly?
Macbetha. If I stand here, I saw him.
Princess Macbetha. Fie, for shame!
Macbetha. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: this is more strange
Than such a murder is.
Princess Macbetha. My worthy queen,
Your noble friends do lack you.
Macbetha. I do forget.
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
I have a strange infirmity,. Come, love and health to all;
Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Would she were here! to all, and her, we thirst,
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Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
[Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO]
Macbetha. Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
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Which thou dost glare with!
Princess Macbetha. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
Macbetha. What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: or be alive again,
Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
[GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]
Why, so: being gone,
I am a woman again. Pray you, sit still.
Princess Macbetha. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admired disorder.
Macbetha. Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,
When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine is blanched with fear.
Rose. What sights, my queen?
Princess Macbetha. I pray you, speak not; she grows worse and worse;
At once, good night:
go at once.
Lennox. Good night; and better health
Attend his majesty!
Princess Macbetha. A kind good night to all!
[Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH]
Macbetha. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
Augurs and understood relations have
By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
Princess Macbetha. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
Macbetha. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding?
Princess Macbetha. Did you send to him, madam?
Macbetha. I hear it by the way; but I will send:
There's not a one of them but in his house
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er:
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Princess Macbetha. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Macbetha. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
We are yet but young in deed.
[Exeunt]