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Against my near’st of life: and though I could
We shall, my lord,
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, The moment on't; for’t must be done to-night, And something from the palace; always thought That I require a clearness: and with himTo leave no rubs nor botches in the workFleance his son, that keeps him company, Whose absence is no less material to me Than is his father's, must embrace the fate Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart: I'll come to you anon. Both MUR.
We are resolved, my lord. MACB. I'll call upon you straight: abide within.
[Exeunt Murderers. It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Evit.
[Exit. LADY M.
Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Enter MACBETH. How now, my lord ! why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making, Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on? Things without all
remedy Should be without regard: what's done is done.
MacB. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it: She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor
malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint, both the
worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
Macb. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you: Let your remembrance apply to Banquo; Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue: Unsafe the while, that we Must lave our honours in these flattering streams, And make our faces vizards to our hearts, Disguising what they are. LADY M.
You must leave this. Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
LADY M. But in them nature's copy’s not eterne.
MACB. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. Lady M.
What's to be done? MACB. Bę innocent of the knowledge, dearest
chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Makes wing to the rooky wood :
Enter three Murderers.
Macbeth. Sec. Mur. He needs not our mistrust, since he
Then stand with us.
the lated traveller apace
Hark! I hear horses.
Then 'tis he: the rest That are within the note of expectation Already are i' the court.
His horses go about.
A light, a light!
Let it come down.
[They set upon BANQUO. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly! Thou mayst revenge.
[Dies. FLEANCE escapes. THIRD MUR. Who did strike out the light? FIRST MUR.
Was't not the
We have lost
say how much is done.
Hall in the palace.
Thanks to your majesty