Act III, Scene 3 A park near the palace.
Enter three Murderers
A banquet prepared. Enter
MACBETH, LADY MACBETH,
|You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
And last the hearty welcome.
Thanks to your majesty.
|MACBETH||Ourself will mingle with society,
And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
We will require her welcome.
|LADY MACBETH||Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
For my heart speaks they are welcome.
|[First Murderer appears at the door]|
|MACBETH||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.
|[Approaching the door]|
|There's blood on thy face.|
|First Murderer||'Tis Banquo's then.|
|MACBETH||'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatch'd?
|First Murderer||My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.|
|MACBETH||Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil.
|First Murderer||Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scaped.
|MACBETH||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 cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
|First Murderer||Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.
|MACBETH||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.
|LADY MACBETH||My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
That is not often vouch'd, 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.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
|LENNOX||May't please your highness sit.|
|[The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in
|MACBETH||Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Than pity for mischance!
|ROSS||His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
To grace us with your royal company.
|MACBETH||The table's full.|
|LENNOX||Here is a place reserved, sir.|
|LENNOX||Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?|
|MACBETH||Which of you have done this?|
|Lords||What, my good lord?|
|MACBETH||Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
|ROSS||Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.|
|LADY MACBETH||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:
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
|MACBETH||Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.
|LADY MACBETH||O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
Impostors to true fear, would well become
A woman's story at a winter's fire,
Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.
|MACBETH||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]|
|LADY MACBETH||What, quite unmann'd in folly?|
|MACBETH||If I stand here, I saw him.|
|LADY MACBETH||Fie, for shame!|
|MACBETH||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.
|LADY MACBETH||My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
|MACBETH||I do forget.
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. 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 he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.
|Lords||Our duties, and the pledge.|
|[Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO]|
|MACBETH||Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
|LADY MACBETH||Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
|MACBETH||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,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
|[GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]|
|Why, so: being gone,
I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
|LADY MACBETH||You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admired disorder.
|MACBETH||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.
|ROSS||What sights, my lord?|
|LADY MACBETH||I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
Question enrages him. At once, good night:
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
|LENNOX||Good night; and better health
Attend his majesty!
|LADY MACBETH||A kind good night to all!|
|[Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH]|
|MACBETH||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?
|LADY MACBETH||Almost at odds with morning, which is which.|
|MACBETH||How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding?
|LADY MACBETH||Did you send to him, sir?|
|MACBETH||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.
|LADY MACBETH||You lack the season of all natures, sleep.|
|MACBETH||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.
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|Full Text||Act III, Scene 3 A park near the palace./Act III, Scene 4 The same. A hall in the palace.|
|Act I, Scene 1 A desert place./Act I, Scene 2 A camp near Forres.||Act III, Scene 5 A heath./Act III, Scene 6 Forres. The palace.|
|Act I, Scene 3 A heath near Forres.||Act IV, Scene 1 A cavern in the middle a boiling cauldron|
|Act I, Scene 4 Forres. The palace.||Act IV, Scene 2 Fife. Macduff's castle.|
|Act I, Scene 5 Inverness Macbeth's castle.||Act IV, Scene 3 England, Before the King's palace.|
|Act I, Scene 6 Before Macbeth's castle. /Act I, Scene 7 Macbeth's castle.||Act V, Scene 1 Dunsinane. Anteroom in the castle.|
|Act II, Scene 1 Court of Macbeth's castle./Act II, Scene 2 The same.||Act V, Scene 2 The country near Dunsinane/Act V, Scene 3 Dunsinane. A room in the castle.|
|Act II, Scene 3 The same.||Act V, Scene 4Country near Birnam wood./Act V, Scene 5 Dunsinane. Within the castle.|
|Act II, Scene 4 Outside Macbeth's castle.||Act V, Scene 6 Dunsinane. Before the castle./Act V, Scene 7 Another part of the field.|
|Act III, Scene 1 Forres. The castle.||Act V, Scene 8 Another part of the field.|
|Act III, Scene 2 The palace.|
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