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The Tragedie of Macbeth.
[895]
To th'amazement of mine eyes that look'd vpon't. Enter Macduffe. Heere comes the good Macduffe. How goes the world Sir, now?
Macd. Why see you not? Ross. Is't known who did this more then bloody deed? Macd.
[900]
Those that Macbeth hath slaine.
Ross. Alas the day, What good could they pretend? Macd. They were subborned, Malcolme, and Donalbaine the Kings two Sonnes
[905]
Are stolne away and fled, which puts vpon them Suspition of the deed.
Rosse. 'Gainst Nature still, Thriftlesse Ambition, that will rauen vp Thine owne liues meanes: Then 'tis most like,
[910]
The Soueraignty will fall vpon Macbeth.
Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone To be inuested. Rosse. Where is Duncans body? Macd. Carried to Colmekill,
[915]
The Sacred Store‑house of his Predecessors, And Guardian of their Bones.
Rosse. Will you to Scone? Macd. No Cosin, Ile to Fife. Rosse. Well, I will thither. Macd.
[920]
Well may you see things wel done there: Adieu Least our old Robes sit easier then our new.
Rosse. Farewell, Father. Old M. Gods benyson go with you, and with those That would make good of bad, and Friends of Foes. Exeunt omnes
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. [Act 3, Scene 1] Enter Banquo. Banq.
[925]
Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feare Thou playd'st most fowly for't: yet it was saide It should not stand in thy Posterity, But that my selfe should be the Roote, and Father
[930]
Of many Kings. If there come truth from them, As vpon thee Banquo, their Speeches shine, Why by the verities on thee made good, May they not be my Oracles as well, And set me vp in hope. But hush, no more.
Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox, Rosse, Lords, and Attendants. Macb.
[935]
Heere's our chiefe Guest.
La. If he had beene forgotten, It had bene as a gap in our great Feast, And all‑thing vnbecomming. Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir,
[940]
And Ile request your presence.
Banq. Let your Highnesse Command vpon me, to the which my duties Are with a most indissoluble tye For euer knit. Macb.
[945]
Ride you this afternoone ?
Ban. I, my good Lord. Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice

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(Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous) In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.
[950]
Is't farre you ride?
Ban. As farre, my Lord, as will fill vp the time 'Twixt this, and Supper. Goe not my Horse the better, I must become a borrower of the Night, For a darke houre, or twaine. Macb.
[955]
Faile not our Feast.
Ban. My Lord, I will not. Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd In England, and in Ireland, not confessing Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
[960]
With strange inuention. But of that to morrow, When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State, Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse: Adieu, till you returne at Night. Goes Fleance with you?
Ban.
[965]
I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's.
Macb. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot: And so I doe commend you to their backs. Farwell. Exit Banquo. Let euery man be master of his time,
[970]
Till seuen at Night, to make societie The sweeter welcome: We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone: While then, God be with you. Exeunt Lords. Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
[975]
Our pleasure?
Seruant. They are, my Lord, without the Pallace Gate. Macb. Bring them before vs. Exit Seruant. To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus: Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
[980]
And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares, And to that dauntlesse temper of his Minde, He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour, To act in safetie. There is none but he,
[985]
Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him, My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said Mark Anthonies was by Cæsar. He chid the Sisters, When first they put the Name of King vpon me, And bad them speake to him. Then Prophet‑like,
[990]
They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings. Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitlesse Crowne, And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe, Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand, No Sonne of mine succeeding: if't be so,
[995]
For Banquo's Issue haue I fil'd my Minde, For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd, Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,
[1000]
To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings. Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst, And champion me to th'vtterance. Who's there? Enter Seruant, and two Murtherers. Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call. Exit Seruant.
[1005]
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
Murth. It was, so please your Highnesse. Macb. Well then, Now haue you consider'd of my speeches: Know,

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Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. [Act 3, Scene 1] Enter Banquo. Banq.
[925]
Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feare Thou playd'st most fowly for't: yet it was saide It should not stand in thy Posterity, But that my selfe should be the Roote, and Father
[930]
Of many Kings. If there come truth from them, As vpon thee Banquo, their Speeches shine, Why by the verities on thee made good, May they not be my Oracles as well, And set me vp in hope. But hush, no more.
Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox, Rosse, Lords, and Attendants. Macb.
[935]
Heere's our chiefe Guest.
La. If he had beene forgotten, It had bene as a gap in our great Feast, And all‑thing vnbecomming. Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir,
[940]
And Ile request your presence.
Banq. Let your Highnesse Command vpon me, to the which my duties Are with a most indissoluble tye For euer knit. Macb.
[945]
Ride you this afternoone ?
Ban. I, my good Lord. Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice (Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous) In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.
[950]
Is't farre you ride?
Ban. As farre, my Lord, as will fill vp the time 'Twixt this, and Supper. Goe not my Horse the better, I must become a borrower of the Night, For a darke houre, or twaine. Macb.
[955]
Faile not our Feast.
Ban. My Lord, I will not. Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd In England, and in Ireland, not confessing Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
[960]
With strange inuention. But of that to morrow, When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State, Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse: Adieu, till you returne at Night. Goes Fleance with you?
Ban.
[965]
I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's.
Macb. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot: And so I doe commend you to their backs. Farwell. Exit Banquo. Let euery man be master of his time,
[970]
Till seuen at Night, to make societie The sweeter welcome: We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone: While then, God be with you. Exeunt Lords. Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
[975]
Our pleasure?
Seruant. They are, my Lord, without the Pallace Gate. Macb. Bring them before vs. Exit Seruant. To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus: Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
[980]
And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares, And to that dauntlesse temper of his Minde, He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour, To act in safetie. There is none but he,
[985]
Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him, My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said Mark Anthonies was by Cæsar. He chid the Sisters, When first they put the Name of King vpon me, And bad them speake to him. Then Prophet‑like,
[990]
They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings. Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitlesse Crowne, And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe, Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand, No Sonne of mine succeeding: if't be so,
[995]
For Banquo's Issue haue I fil'd my Minde, For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd, Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,
[1000]
To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings. Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst, And champion me to th'vtterance. Who's there? Enter Seruant, and two Murtherers. Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call. Exit Seruant.
[1005]
Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
Murth. It was, so please your Highnesse. Macb. Well then, Now haue you consider'd of my speeches: Know, that it was he, in the times past,
[1010]
Which held you so vnder fortune, Which you thought had been our innocent selfe. This I made good to you, in our last conference, Past in probation with you: How you were borne in hand, how crost:
[1015]
The Instruments: who wrought with them: And all things else, that might To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd, Say, Thus did Banquo.
1. Murth. You made it knowne to vs. Macb.
[1020]
I did so: And went further, which is now Our point of second meeting. Doe you finde your patience so predominant, In your nature, that you can let this goe?
[1025]
Are you so Gospell'd, to pray for this good man, And for his Issue, whose heauie hand Hath bow'd you to the Graue, and begger'd Yours for euer?
1. Murth. We are men, my Liege. Macb.
[1030]
I, in the Catalogue ye goe for men, As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres, Showghes, Water‑Rugs, and Demy‑Wolues are clipt All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
[1035]
The House‑keeper, the Hunter, euery one According to the gift, which bounteous Nature Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue Particular addition, from the Bill, That writes them all alike: and so of men.
[1040]
Now, if you haue a station in the file, Not i'th'worst ranke of Manhood, say't, And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes, Whose execution takes your Enemie off, Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,
[1045]
Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life, Which in his Death were perfect.
2. Murth. I am one, my Liege, Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World Hath so incens'd, that I am recklesse what I doe,
[1050]
To spight the World.
1. Murth. And I another, So wearie with Disasters, tugg'd with Fortune, That I would set my Life on any Chance, To mend it, or be rid on't. Macb.
[1055]
Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie.
Murth. True, my Lord. Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance, That euery minute of his being, thrusts Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
[1060]
With bare‑fac'd power sweepe him from my sight, And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not, For certaine friends that are both his, and mine, Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall, Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
[1065]
That I to your assistance doe make loue, Masking the Businesse from the common Eye, For sundry weightie Reasons.
2. Murth We shall, my Lord, Performe what you command vs. 1. Murth.
[1070]
Though our Liues‑‑
Macb. Your Spirits shine through you. Within this houre, at most, I will aduise you where to plant your selues, Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th'time,
[1075]
The moment on't, for't must be done to Night, And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought, That I require a clearenesse; and with him, To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke: Fleans, his Sonne, that keepes him companie,
[1080]
Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me, Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart, Ile come to you anon.
Murth. We are resolu'd, my Lord. Macb.
[1085]
Ile call vpon you straight: abide within, It is concluded: Banquo, thy Soules flight, If it finde Heauen, must finde it out to Night.
Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="936">If he had beene forgotten,</l>
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      <l n="959">Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers</l>
      <l n="960">With strange inuention. But of that to morrow,</l>
      <l n="961">When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State,</l>
      <l n="962">Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:</l>
      <l n="963">Adieu, till you returne at Night.</l>
      <l n="964">Goes<hi rend="italic">Fleance</hi>with you?</l>
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      <l n="965">I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="966">I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot:</l>
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      <l n="969">Let euery man be master of his time,</l>
      <l n="970">Till seuen at Night, to make societie</l>
      <l n="971">The sweeter welcome:</l>
      <l n="972">We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone:</l>
      <l n="973">While then, God be with you.</l>
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      <l n="981">Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,</l>
      <l n="982">And to that dauntlesse temper of his Minde,</l>
      <l n="983">He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,</l>
      <l n="984">To act in safetie. There is none but he,</l>
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      <l n="996">For them, the gracious<hi rend="italic">Duncan</hi>haue I murther'd,</l>
      <l n="997">Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace</l>
      <l n="998">Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell</l>
      <l n="999">Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,</l>
      <l n="1000">To make them Kings, the Seedes of<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>Kings.</l>
      <l n="1001">Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst,</l>
      <l n="1002">And champion me to th'vtterance.</l>
      <l n="1003">Who's there?</l>
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      <l n="1004">Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call.</l>
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      <l n="1005">Was it not yesterday we spoke together?</l>
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      <l n="1006">It was, so please your Highnesse.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1007">Well then,</l>
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      <l n="1009">Know, that it was he, in the times past,</l>
      <l n="1010">Which held you so vnder fortune,</l>
      <l n="1011">Which you thought had been our innocent selfe.</l>
      <l n="1012">This I made good to you, in our last conference,</l>
      <l n="1013">Past in probation with you:</l>
      <l n="1014">How you were borne in hand, how crost:</l>
      <l n="1015">The Instruments: who wrought with them:</l>
      <l n="1016">And all things else, that might</l>
      <l n="1017">To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,</l>
      <l n="1018">Say, Thus did<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-mur.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Murth.</speaker>
      <l n="1019">You made it knowne to vs.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1020">I did so:</l>
      <l n="1021">And went further, which is now</l>
      <l n="1022">Our point of second meeting.</l>
      <l n="1023">Doe you finde your patience so predominant,</l>
      <l n="1024">In your nature, that you can let this goe?</l>
      <l n="1025">Are you so Gospell'd, to pray for this good man,</l>
      <l n="1026">And for his Issue, whose heauie hand</l>
      <l n="1027">Hath bow'd you to the Graue, and begger'd</l>
      <l n="1028">Yours for euer?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-mur.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Murth.</speaker>
      <l n="1029">We are men, my Liege.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1030">I, in the Catalogue ye goe for men,</l>
      <l n="1031">As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres,</l>
      <l n="1032">Showghes, Water‑Rugs, and Demy‑Wolues are clipt</l>
      <l n="1033">All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file</l>
      <l n="1034">Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,</l>
      <l n="1035">The House‑keeper, the Hunter, euery one</l>
      <l n="1036">According to the gift, which bounteous Nature</l>
      <l n="1037">Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue</l>
      <l n="1038">Particular addition, from the Bill,</l>
      <l n="1039">That writes them all alike: and so of men.</l>
      <l n="1040">Now, if you haue a station in the file,</l>
      <l n="1041">Not i'th'worst ranke of Manhood, say't,</l>
      <l n="1042">And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes,</l>
      <l n="1043">Whose execution takes your Enemie off,</l>
      <l n="1044">Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,</l>
      <l n="1045">Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,</l>
      <l n="1046">Which in his Death were perfect.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mur.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Murth.</speaker>
      <l n="1047">I am one, my Liege,</l>
      <l n="1048">Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World</l>
      <l n="1049">Hath so incens'd, that I am recklesse what I doe,</l>
      <l n="1050">To spight the World.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mur.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Murth.</speaker>
      <l n="1051">And I another,</l>
      <l n="1052">So wearie with Disasters, tugg'd with Fortune,</l>
      <l n="1053">That I would set my Life on any Chance,</l>
      <l n="1054">To mend it, or be rid on't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1055">Both of you know<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>was your Enemie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Murth.</speaker>
      <l n="1056">True, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1057">So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,</l>
      <l n="1058">That euery minute of his being, thrusts</l>
      <l n="1059">Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could</l>
      <l n="1060">With bare‑fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,</l>
      <l n="1061">And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,</l>
      <l n="1062">For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,</l>
      <l n="1063">Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,</l>
      <l n="1064">Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,</l>
      <l n="1065">That I to your assistance doe make loue,</l>
      <l n="1066">Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,</l>
      <l n="1067">For sundry weightie Reasons.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mur.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Murth</speaker>
      <l n="1068">We shall, my Lord,</l>
      <l n="1069">Performe what you command vs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mur.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Murth.</speaker>
      <l n="1070">Though our Liues‑‑</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1071">Your Spirits shine through you.</l>
      <l n="1072">Within this houre, at most,</l>
      <l n="1073">I will aduise you where to plant your selues,</l>
      <l n="1074">Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th'time,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1075">The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,</l>
      <l n="1076">And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,</l>
      <l n="1077">That I require a clearenesse; and with him,</l>
      <l n="1078">To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:</l>
      <l n="1079">
         <hi rend="italic">Fleans</hi>, his Sonne, that keepes him companie,</l>
      <l n="1080">Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me,</l>
      <l n="1081">Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate</l>
      <l n="1082">Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,</l>
      <l n="1083">Ile come to you anon.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Murth.</speaker>
      <l n="1084">We are resolu'd, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-mac-mcb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Macb.</speaker>
      <l n="1085">Ile call vpon you straight: abide within,</l>
      <l n="1086">It is concluded:<hi rend="italic">Banquo</hi>, thy Soules flight,</l>
      <l n="1087">If it finde Heauen, must finde it out to Night.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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