| BANQUO | |
Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, | |
| | As the weird women promised, and, I fear, | |
| | Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said | |
| | It should not stand in thy posterity, | |
| | But that myself should be the root and father | 5 |
| | Of many kings. If there come truth from them-- | |
| | As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine-- | |
| | Why, by the verities on thee made good, | |
| | May they not be my oracles as well, | |
| | And set me up in hope? But hush! no more. | 10 |
| | [Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY |
| | MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and |
| | Attendants] |
| MACBETH | |
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, | 35 |
| | When therewithal we shall have cause of state | |
| | Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, | |
| | Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? | |
| MACBETH | |
I wish your horses swift and sure of foot; | 40 |
| | 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, we will keep ourself | |
| | Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you! | 45 |
| | [Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant] |
| | Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men | |
| | Our pleasure? | |
| MACBETH | |
Bring them before us. | |
| | [Exit Attendant] |
| | To be thus is nothing; | 50 |
| | But 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; | |
| | And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, | |
| | He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour | 55 |
| | 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 Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters | |
| | When first they put the name of king upon me, | 60 |
| | And bade 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 an unlineal hand, | 65 |
| | No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so, | |
| | For Banquo's issue have I filed 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 | 70 |
| | Given to the common enemy of man, | |
| | To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! | |
| | Rather than so, come fate into the list. | |
| | And champion me to the utterance! Who's there! | |
| | [Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers] |
| | Now go to the door, and stay there till we call. | 75 |
| | [Exit Attendant] |
| | Was it not yesterday we spoke together? | |
| MACBETH | |
Well then, now | |
| | Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know | |
| | That it was he in the times past which held you | 80 |
| | 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, | |
| | How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, | |
| | the instruments, | 85 |
| | Who wrought with them, and all things else that might | |
| | To half a soul and to a notion crazed | |
| | Say 'Thus did Banquo.' | |
| MACBETH | |
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; | |
| | As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, | |
| | Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept | 100 |
| | 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 | 105 |
| | Particular addition. from the bill | |
| | That writes them all alike: and so of men. | |
| | Now, if you have a station in the file, | |
| | Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't; | |
| | And I will put that business in your bosoms, | 110 |
| | 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. | |
| MACBETH | |
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, | 130 |
| | For certain friends that are both his and mine, | |
| | Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall | |
| | Who I myself struck down; and thence it is, | |
| | That I to your assistance do make love, | |
| | Masking the business from the common eye | 135 |
| | For sundry weighty reasons. | |
| MACBETH | |
Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most | 140 |
| | 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 him-- | 145 |
| | 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: | 150 |
| | I'll come to you anon. | |