| The same. Hall in the palace. |
| [A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, | ||
| ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants] |
| MACBETH | You know your own degrees; sit down: at first | ||
| And last the hearty welcome. | |||
| LordsThanks to your majesty. |
| MACBETH | Ourself will mingle with society, | ||
| And play the humble host. | 5 | ||
| Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time | |||
| We will require her welcome. |
| LADY MACBETH | Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends; | ||
| For my heart speaks they are welcome. | |||
| [First Murderer appears at the door] |
| MACBETH | See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks. | 10 | |
| 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] | |||
| There's blood on thy face. |
| First Murderer | 'Tis Banquo's then. | 15 |
| MACBETH | 'Tis better thee without than he within. | ||
| Is he dispatch'd? |
| First Murderer | My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. |
| MACBETH | Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good | ||
| That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it, | 20 | ||
| Thou art the nonpareil. |
| First Murderer | Most royal sir, | ||
| Fleance is 'scaped. |
| MACBETH | Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect, | ||
| Whole as the marble, founded as the rock, | 25 | ||
| As broad and general as the casing air: | |||
| But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in | |||
| To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? |
| First Murderer | Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides, | ||
| With twenty trenched gashes on his head; | 30 | ||
| The least a death to nature. |
| MACBETH | Thanks for that: | ||
| 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 | 35 | ||
| We'll hear, ourselves, again. | |||
| [Exit Murderer] |
| LADY MACBETH | My royal lord, | ||
| You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold | |||
| That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, | |||
| 'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home; | 40 | ||
| From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony; | |||
| Meeting were bare without it. |
| MACBETH | Sweet remembrancer! | ||
| Now, good digestion wait on appetite, | |||
| And health on both! | 45 |
| LENNOX | May't please your highness sit. | ||
| [The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in | |||
| MACBETH's place] |
| MACBETH | Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, | ||
| Were the graced person of our Banquo present; | |||
| Who may I rather challenge for unkindness | |||
| Than pity for mischance! | 50 |
| ROSS | His absence, sir, | ||
| Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness | |||
| To grace us with your royal company. |
| MACBETH | The table's full. |
| LENNOX | Here is a place reserved, sir. |
| MACBETH | Where? | 55 |
| LENNOX | Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness? |
| MACBETH | Which of you have done this? |
| Lords | What, my good lord? |
| MACBETH | Thou canst not say I did it: never shake | ||
| Thy gory locks at me. | 60 |
| ROSS | Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well. |
| LADY MACBETH | Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus, | ||
| And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat; | |||
| The fit is momentary; upon a thought | |||
| He will again be well: if much you note him, | 65 | ||
| You shall offend him and extend his passion: | |||
| Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man? |
| MACBETH | Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that | ||
| Which might appal the devil. |
| LADY MACBETH | O proper stuff! | 70 | |
| 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 fear, would well become | |||
| A woman's story at a winter's fire, | 75 | ||
| Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself! | |||
| Why do you make such faces? When all's done, | |||
| You look but on a stool. |
| MACBETH | Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! | ||
| how say you? | 80 | ||
| 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. | |||
| [GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes] |
| LADY MACBETH | What, quite unmann'd in folly? | 85 |
| MACBETH | If I stand here, I saw him. |
| LADY MACBETH | Fie, for shame! |
| MACBETH | Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, | ||
| Ere human statute purged the gentle weal; | |||
| Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd | 90 | ||
| Too terrible for the ear: the times have 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 | 95 | ||
| Than such a murder is. |
| LADY MACBETH | My worthy lord, | ||
| Your noble friends do lack you. |
| MACBETH | I do forget. | ||
| Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends, | 100 | ||
| I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing | |||
| To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; | |||
| Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full. | |||
| I drink to the general joy o' the whole table, | |||
| And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; | 105 | ||
| Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, | |||
| And all to all. |
| Lords | Our duties, and the pledge. | |
| [Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO] |
| MACBETH | 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 | 110 | ||
| Which thou dost glare with! |
| LADY MACBETH | Think of this, good peers, | ||
| But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; | |||
| Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. |
| MACBETH | What man dare, I dare: | 115 | |
| Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, | |||
| The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; | |||
| Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves | |||
| Shall never tremble: or be alive again, | |||
| And dare me to the desert with thy sword; | 120 | ||
| If trembling I inhabit then, protest me | |||
| The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! | |||
| Unreal mockery, hence! | |||
| [GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes] | |||
| Why, so: being gone, | |||
| I am a man again. Pray you, sit still. | 125 |
| LADY MACBETH | You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, | ||
| With most admired disorder. |
| MACBETH | Can such things be, | ||
| And overcome us like a summer's cloud, | |||
| Without our special wonder? You make me strange | 130 | ||
| Even to the disposition that I owe, | |||
| When now I think you can behold such sights, | |||
| And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, | |||
| When mine is blanched with fear. |
| ROSS | What sights, my lord? | 135 |
| LADY MACBETH | 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. |
| LENNOX | Good night; and better health | ||
| Attend his majesty! | 140 |
| LADY MACBETH | A kind good night to all! | ||
| [Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH] |
| MACBETH | It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: | ||
| Stones have been known to move and trees to speak; | |||
| Augurs and understood relations have | |||
| By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth | 145 | ||
| The secret'st man of blood. What is the night? |
| LADY MACBETH | Almost at odds with morning, which is which. |
| MACBETH | How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person | ||
| At our great bidding? |
| LADY MACBETH | Did you send to him, sir? | 150 |
| MACBETH | I hear it by the way; but I will send: | ||
| There's not a one of them but in his house | |||
| I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow, | |||
| And betimes I will, to the weird sisters: | |||
| More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, | 155 | ||
| By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, | |||
| All causes shall give way: I am in blood | |||
| Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, | |||
| Returning were as tedious as go o'er: | |||
| Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; | 160 | ||
| Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd. |
| LADY MACBETH | You lack the season of all natures, sleep. |
| MACBETH | Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse | ||
| Is the initiate fear that wants hard use: | |||
| We are yet but young in deed. | 165 | ||
| [Exeunt] |