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

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