In the great hand of God I stand; and, thence Against the undivulged pretence I fight Of treasonous malice. Macd. All. And so do I. So all. Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness, And meet i' the hall together. All. Well contented. [Exeunt all but MALCOLM and DONALBAIN. Mal. What will you do? with them : Let's not consort To show an unfelt sorrow is an office Which the false man does easy: I'll to England. Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune Shall keep us both the safer: where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody. Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot Hath not yet lighted; and our safest way Is to avoid the aim. Therefore, to horse; And let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away: there's warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Without the Castle. Enter ROSSE and an old Man. Old M. Threescore and ten I can remember well: Within the volume of which time, I have seen Hours dreadful, and things strange; but this sore night Hath trifled former knowings. Rosse. Ah, good father, Thou see'st, the heavens, as troubled with man's act, Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day, And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp: Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame, That darkness does the face of earth intomb, When living light should kiss it? Old M. 'Tis unnatural, Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last, A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would Old M. 'Tis said, they eat each other. Rosse. They did so; to the amazement of mine eyes, That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff: Malcolm, and Donalbain, the king's two sons, Are stolen away and fled; which puts upon them Suspicion of the deed. Rosse. 'Gainst nature still : Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means !-Then 'tis most like Macd. He is already named; and gone to To be invested. Rosse. Where is Duncan's body? Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill; The sacred storehouse of his predecessors, And guardian of their bones. Rosse. Will you to Scone? Well, I will thither. Macd. No, cousin, I'll to Fife. Rosse. Macd. Well, may you see things well done there:-adieu! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! Old. M. God's benison go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes! [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-Forres. A Room in the Palace. Enter BANQUO. Banquo. HOU hast it now, King, Cawdor, As the weird women promised; and Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said, But that myself should be the root, and father And set me up in hope? But hush; no more. Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; LADY MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, ROSSE, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants. Mach. 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 unbecoming. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I'll request your presence. Ban. Let your highness Command upon me; to the which, my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie For ever knit. Mach. Ride you this afternoon? 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; but we'll take to-morrow. Is't far you ride? 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. Ban. My lord, I will not. Fail not our feast. Mach. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd In England, and in Ireland; not confessing With strange invention. But of that to-morrow; state, Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon us. 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 Tell seven at night; to make society The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you. [Exeunt LADY MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c. Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men our pleasure? |