I Mur. It was, so please your highness. So under fortune; which, you thought, had been you, How you were borne in hand; how cross'd; the instruments; Who wrought with them; and all things else, that might, To half a soul, and to a notion crazed, I Mur. You made it known to us. 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? I Mur. We are men, my liege. Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men ; As hounds, and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are cleped 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. 2 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. I Mur. Macb. Both of you Know, Banquo was your enemy. 2 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 2 Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. I Mur. Though our lives Mach. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour, at most, I will advise you where to plant yourselves : I'll come to you anon. Both Mur. We are resolved, my lord. Macb. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. It is concluded:-Banquo, thy soul's flight, Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Another Room in the Palace. Enter LADY MACBETH 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. Lady M. Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 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 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; Lady M. Come on ; Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night. 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; Disguising what they are. 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, There shall be done a deed of dreadful note. Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, crow Makes wing to the rooky wood; Good things of day begin to droop and drowse ; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do |