Ban.
Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis ^note all,
As ^note the weird ^note women ^note promised, and I fear
Thou play'dst most foully ^note 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 ^note—
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well
And set me up in hope? ^note But hush, no more. Sennet sounded. ^note Enter Macbeth, as king; Lady Macbeth, as queen; Lennox, Ross, ^note Lords, Ladies ^note, 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 ^note unbecoming.

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

Ban.
Let your highness ^note
Command upon ^note 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 desired your good advice,
Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
In this day's council ^note; but we'll take ^note to-morrow.
Is't ^note far you ride? ^note

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.

Macb.
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 ^note to horse: adieu,
Till you ^note return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

Ban.
Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon's ^note.

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, ^note we will keep ourself
Till supper-time alone: while ^note then, God be with ^note you ^note! [Exeunt ^note all but Macbeth and an Attendant. ^{note note}
Sirrah, a word with you ^note: attend those men
Our pleasure?

Attend.
They are, my lord, without the palace-gate. ^note

Macb.
Bring them before us. [Exit Attendant. ^note
To be thus is nothing;
But ^note 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, ^note
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 rebuked, as it is said
Mark ^note Antony's was by Cæsar. ^{note note} He chid the sisters,
When first they put the name of king upon me,
And bade ^note them speak to him; then prophet-like
They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with ^note an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding. If't be ^note so,
For Banquo's issue have I filed ^note 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 seed ^note of Banquo kings! ^note
Rather than so, come, fate, into the list,
And champion me to the utterance! Who's there? ^note Re-enter ^note Attendant, with two Murderers.
Now ^note go ^note to the door, and stay there till we call. [Exit Attendant. ^note
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

First Mur. ^note
It was, so please your highness.

Macb.
Well then, now
Have you ^note consider'd of my speeches? ^note 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 ^note,
How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the instruments,
Who wrought with them, and all things else that might ^note
To half a soul and to a notion crazed
Say ‘Thus did Banquo.’

First Mur.
You made it known to us. ^note

Macb.
I did so; and went further, 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? ^note

First Mur.
We are men, my liege.

Macb.
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
Shoughs ^note, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept ^note
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 ^note
That writes them all alike: and so of men.
Now if you have a station in the file,
Not i' the ^note worst ^note rank of manhood, say it ^note,
And I will put that ^note 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 ^note,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have ^note so incensed that I am reckless what
I do ^note to spite the world.

First Mur.
And I another
So weary ^note with disasters, tugg'd ^note with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it or be rid on't.

Macb.
Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy. ^note

Both Mur.
True, my lord.

Macb.
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 barefaced 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
Who ^note I myself struck down: and thence it is ^note
That I to your assistance do make love,
Masking the business from the common eye
For sundry weighty reasons.

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

First Mur.
Though our lives—

Macb.
Your spirits shine through you. Within ^note this hour at most ^{note note}

I will advise you where to plant yourselves, ^note
Acquaint you ^note with the perfect spy o' the ^note time,
The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
And something from the palace; always thought ^note
That I require a clearness: ^note and with him—
To leave no rubs nor botches in the work—
Fleance 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 ^note anon.

Both Mur.
We are resolved, my lord ^note.

Macb.
I'll call upon you straight: abide within. [Exeunt Murderers. ^note
It is concluded: Banquo, thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exit. ^{note note} Scene II. [Footnote: The palace. ^note Enter Lady Macbeth ^note and a Servant.

Lady M.
Is Banquo gone from court?

Serv.
Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.

Lady M.
Say to the king, I would attend his leisure
For a few words.

Serv.
Madam ^note, I will. [Exit.

Lady M. ^note
Nought's had ^note, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer ^note to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. Enter Macbeth.
How ^note now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies ^note your companions making;
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all ^note remedy
Should be without regard: what's done is done.

Macb.
We have scotch'd ^note the snake, not kill'd it:
She'll close ^note and be herself, whilst our poor malice
Remains in danger of her former tooth.
But let the frame ^note of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer ^note, ^note
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 ^note, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his ^note grave; ^note
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further ^note.

Lady M.
Come on;
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among ^note your guests to-night.

Macb.
So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:
Let your remembrance apply ^note to Banquo;
Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:
Unsafe the while, that we ^{note note}
Must lave our honours in these flattering ^note streams,
And make our faces visards ^note to our ^note hearts,
Disguising what they are.

Lady M.
You must leave this. ^note

Macb.
O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!
Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance ^note, lives ^note.

Lady M.
But in them nature's copy's not eterne ^note.

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 ^note beetle with his drowsy hums
Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done
A deed of dreadful note. ^note

Lady M.
What's to be done?

Macb.
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling ^note night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale! Light ^note thickens, and the crow
Makes wing to the rooky ^note wood ^note: ^note

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
Whiles ^note night's black agents to their preys ^note do rouse.
Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill:
So, prithee, go with me. [Exeunt. ^note Scene III. [Footnote: A park ^note near the palace. Enter three Murderers.

First Mur.
But who did bid thee join with us?

Third Mur.
Macbeth.

Sec. Mur.
He needs not our ^{note note} mistrust; since he delivers
Our offices, and what we have to do,
To the direction just. ^note

First Mur.
Then stand with us.
The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated ^note traveller apace
To gain the timely inn, and ^note near ^note approaches
The subject of our watch.

Third Mur.
Hark! I hear horses.

Ban. [Within]
Give us a light ^note there, ho!

Sec. Mur.
Then 'tis he ^note: the rest
That are ^note within the note of expectation ^note
Already ^note are i' the court.

First Mur.
His horses go about. ^note

Third Mur.
Almost a mile: but he does usually—
So all men do—from ^note hence to the palace gate
Make it their walk.

Sec. Mur.
A light, a light! Enter ^note Banquo, and Fleance ^note with a torch.

Third Mur.
'Tis he.

First Mur.
Stand to 't. ^note

Ban.
It will be ^note rain to-night.

First Mur.
Let it come down. [They ^note set upon Banquo.

Ban.
O, treachery! Fly, good ^note Fleance, fly, fly, fly! ^note
Thou mayst revenge. O slave! [Dies ^note. Fleance escapes.

Third Mur.
Who did strike out the light?

First Mur.
Was't not the way?

Third Mur.
There's but one down; the son is fled ^note.

Sec. Mur.
We have ^note lost ^note
Best half of our affair.

First Mur.
Well, let's away and say how much is done. [Exeunt.

^note Scene IV. [Footnote: Hall ^note in the palace. A banquet ^note prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants.

Macb.
You know your own degrees; sit down: at first ^{note note}
And last ^note the hearty welcome. ^note

Lords.
Thanks to your majesty.

Macb.
Ourself will mingle with society
And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best ^note time
We will require her welcome.

Lady M.
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,
For my heart speaks they are ^note welcome. Enter first Murderer to the door. ^note

Macb.
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 ^note] There's blood upon thy face.

Mur.
'Tis Banquo's then.

Macb. ^note
'Tis better thee without than he ^note within.
Is he dispatch'd?

Mur.
My lord, his throat is cut; that I did ^note for him.

Macb.
Thou art the best o' the ^note cut-throats: yet he's good ^note
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil. ^note

Mur.
Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scaped.

Macb. [Aside ^note]
Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect, ^note
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
As broad and general as the casing air:
But now I am ^note cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.—But Banquo's safe?

Mur.
Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.

Macb.
Thanks for that. [Aside ^note]
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 ^{note note} again. ^note [Exit Murderer.

Lady M.
My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold ^note
That is not often vouch'd ^note, while 'tis a-making, ^note
'Tis given with welcome: to feed ^note were best at home;
From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.

Macb.
Sweet remembrancer!

Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!

Len.
May't please your highness sit. [The Ghost ^note of Banquo enters, and sits in Macbeth's place.

Macb.
Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
Who ^note may I rather challenge for unkindness
Than pity for mischance! ^note

Ross.
His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't ^note your highness ^note
To grace us with your royal company. ^note

Macb.
The table's full.

Len.
Here is ^note a place reserved, sir.

Macb.
Where?

Len.
Here, my good lord ^note. What is't that moves your highness? ^note

Macb.
Which of you have done this?

Lords.
What, my good lord?

Macb.
Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.

Ross.
Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.

Lady M.
Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;
The fit is momentary ^note; upon ^note a thought
He will again be well: if much you note him,
You shall offend him and extend his passion: ^note
Feed ^note, and regard him not. Are you a man?

Macb.
Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.

Lady M.
O ^note proper stuff! ^note
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 ^note 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.

Macb. ^note
Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? ^note
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. [Exit Ghost. ^note

Lady M.
What, quite unmann'd in folly ^note?

Macb.
If I stand here, I saw him.

Lady M.
Fie, for shame!

Macb.
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden ^note time,
Ere humane ^note statute purged the gentle ^note weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been ^note perform'd
Too terrible for the ear: the time has ^note 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. ^note

Lady M.
My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.

Macb.
I do forget ^note.
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, ^note love and health to all;
Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine, fill full.
I drink to the general joy o' ^note the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Would he were here! to all and him we thirst,
And all ^note to all.

Lords.
Our duties, and the pledge. Re-enter Ghost. ^note

Macb. ^note
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 M.
Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

Macb.
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan ^note tiger;
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: or be alive ^note again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhabit then, ^note protest ^note me

The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible ^note shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence! [Exit Ghost.3 ^note
Why, so: being gone ^note, ^note
I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.

Lady M.
You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admired disorder. ^note

Macb.
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You ^note make me strange
Even to ^note the disposition that I owe ^note,
When now ^note I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks ^note,
When mine is ^note blanch'd with fear.

Ross.
What sights ^note, my lord?

Lady M.
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.

Len.
Good night; and better health
Attend his majesty!

Lady M.
A kind ^note good night to all! [Exeunt ^note all but Macbeth and Lady M.

Macb.
It will have blood: ^note they say ^note blood will have blood:
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
Augures ^{note note} and understood ^note relations have
By maggot-pies and ^note choughs ^note and rooks brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?

Lady M.
Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

Macb.
How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding?

Lady M.
Did you send to him, sir? ^note

Macb.
I hear ^note it by the way, but I will send:
There's not a one ^{note note} of them but in his house
I keep ^note a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
And betimes I will ^note, to ^note the weird ^note sisters: ^note
More shall they speak, for now I am ^note bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good ^note
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp'd ^note in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go ^note o'er:
Strange things I have in head that will to hand,

Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.

Lady M.
You lack the season of all natures ^note, sleep.

Macb.
Come, we'll to ^note sleep. My strange and self-abuse
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
We are ^note yet but young in deed ^note. [Exeunt. ^note Scene V. [Footnote: A heath. ^note Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate. ^note

First Witch.
Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.

Hec.
Have I not reason, beldams ^note as you are,
Saucy and over-bold? ^note How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward ^note son,
Spiteful and wrathful; who, as others do, ^note
Loves ^note for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i' the morning: thither he
Will come to know his destiny:
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms and every thing beside.

I am for the ^note air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal ^note end:
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that distill'd by magic sleights ^note
Shall raise ^note such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know security
Is mortals' ^note chiefest enemy. [Music and a song within:
‘Come away, come away,’ &c. ^note
Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see, ^note
Sits in a ^note foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. ^note

First Witch.
Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. ^note [Exeunt. ^note Scene VI. [Footnote: Forres. The palace. ^note Enter Lennox and another Lord. ^note

Len.
My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, ^note
Which can interpret farther ^note: only I say

Things have been strangely borne ^note. The gracious Duncan
Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:
And the right-valiant ^note Banquo walk'd too late;
Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,
For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.
Who cannot want ^note the thought, how monstrous ^note
It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain
To kill their gracious father? ^note damned fact!
How it did grieve Macbeth! ^note did he not straight,
In pious rage, the two delinquents tear,
That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?
Was not that ^note nobly done? Ay, and ^note wisely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive
To hear the men deny't ^note. So that, I say,
He has borne all things well: and I do think
That, had he Duncan's sons under his key ^note—
As, an't ^note please heaven, he shall not—they should ^note find
What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.
But, peace! for from broad words, and 'cause ^note he fail'd
His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear,
Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell
Where he bestows himself?

Lord. ^note
The son ^note of Duncan,
From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth,
Lives ^note in the English court, and is ^note received
Of the most pious Edward with such grace

That the malevolence of fortune nothing ^note
Takes from his high respect. Thither Macduff
Is gone to pray the holy ^note king, upon ^note his aid ^note
To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward ^note:
That by the help of these, with Him above
To ratify the work, we may again
Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,
Free ^note from our feasts and banquets ^note bloody knives,
Do faithful homage and receive free honours:
All which we pine for now: and this report
Hath so exasperate ^note the king ^note that he
Prepares for some attempt of war ^note.

Len.
Sent he to Macduff?

Lord. ^note
He did: and with an absolute ‘Sir, not I,’
The cloudy messenger turns me his back,
And hums, as who should say ‘You'll rue the time
That clogs me with this answer.’

Len.
And that well might
Advise him to a caution, to ^note hold what distance
His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel
Fly to the court of England and unfold
His message ere he come, that a swift blessing
May soon return to this our suffering country ^note
Under a hand accursed!

Lord.
I'll send my prayers with him. ^note [Exeunt.

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