Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

Rosse. Farewell, father.

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

[Exeunt.

Enter BANQUO. Ban. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird women promis’d; and, I fear, Thou play'dst most foully for’t : yet it was said, It should not stand in thy posterity; 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 set me up in hope? But, hush; no more.

Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; Lady Mac

BETH, 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 thing unbecoming.

Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
And I'll request your presence.
Вап.

Let your highness

Command upon me, to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tie
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 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.
Mach.

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
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.-

[Exit BANQUO.
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night. To make society
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 with you. Attend those men Our pleasure ?

Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
Macb. Bring them before us.—[Exit Atten.] To be

thus is nothing,
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;
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
Whose being I do fear, and under him
My genius is rebuk’d, as, it is said,
Mark Antony's was by Cæsar. 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 sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If't be so,
For Banquo's issue have I fil'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
Given to the common enemy of man,
To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings!
Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,
· And champion me to the utterance !—Who's there?

Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.

Now, go to the door, and stay there till we call.

[Exit Attendant. Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

1 Mur. It was, so please your highness. Macb.

Well then, now Have you consider'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 self. This I made good to you In our last conference; pass’d in probation with you, How you were borne in hand; how cross’d; the instru

ments; 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.

You made it known to us.
Macb. I did so; and went farther, 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
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?

We are men, my liege. Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men, As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped All by the name of dogs : the valued file? Distinguishes the swift, the slow, 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
Not i the worst rank of manhood, say 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 sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
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,
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.
Mach.

Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy.
2 Mur.

True, my lord. Mach. 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 certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is, That I to your assistance do make love, Masking the business from the common eye For sundry weighty reasons. 2 Mur.

We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1 Mur.

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,