Act III, Scene 3 A park near the palace.

Enter three Murderers


First Murderer But who did bid thee join with us?
Third Murderer Macbeth.
Second Murderer He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers
Our offices and what we have to do
To the direction just.
First Murderer Then stand with us.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.
Third Murderer Hark! I hear horses.
BANQUO [Within] Give us a light there, ho!
Second Murderer Then 'tis he: the rest
That are within the note of expectation
Already are i' the court.
First Murderer His horses go about.
Third Murderer Almost a mile: but he does usually,
So all men do, from hence to the palace gate
Make it their walk.
Second Murderer A light, a light!
  [Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch]
Third Murderer 'Tis he.
First Murderer Stand to't.
BANQUO It will be rain to-night.
First Murderer Let it come down.
  [They set upon BANQUO]
BANQUO O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!
Thou mayst revenge. O slave!
  [Dies. FLEANCE escapes]
Third Murderer Who did strike out the light?
First Murderer Wast not the way?
Third Murderer There's but one down; the son is fled.
Second Murderer We have lost
Best half of our affair.
First Murderer Well, let's away, and say how much is done.


Act III, Scene 4 The same. Hall in the palace.

A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH,
ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants


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.
  [Exit Murderer]
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.
MACBETH Sweet remembrancer!
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's place]
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.


To see other scenes from the show:

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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