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Well, I will thither. Macd. Well, may you see things well done
there: adieu !
Ross. Farewell, father.
those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
ACT THE THIRD.
MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, Ross, Lords, Ladies,
If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
MacB. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
Let your highness Command upon me; to the which my
you this afternoon?
prosperous, In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Is 't far
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. МАСв. .
Fail not our feast.
Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
BAN. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon's.
And so I do commend you to their backs.
[Exeunt all but Macbeth, and an Attendant. Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men Our pleasure ?
ATTEN. They are,mylord, without the palace gate.
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
head they placed a fruitless crown,
mind ; For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.
[Exit Attendant. Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
FIRST Mur. It was, so please your highness.
Well then, now
our last conference, pass'd in probation with you, How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the
instruments, Who wrought with them, and all things else that To half a soul and to a notion crazed (might Say Thus did Banquo. FIRST Mur.
You made it known to us. MACB. I did so, and went further, which is now Our point of
nd 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? First Mur.
We are men, my liege.
Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go
men; As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels,curs, Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept All by the name of dogs: the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in him closed; 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 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. Sec. Mur.
I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world. FIRST MUR.
And I another
weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
Both of you
lord. Macb. So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, That every minute of his being thrusts