SCENE IV. [The same. Hall in the palace]_ACT III_THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH_ELIZABETHAN DRAMA

Directory:ELIZABETHAN DRAMA I

SCENE IV. [The same. Hall in the palace]

A banquet prepar’d. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH,

ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants

MACB. You know your own degrees; sit down. At first

And last, the hearty welcome.

LORDS. Thanks to your Majesty.

MACB. Ourself will mingle with society

And play the humble host.

Our hostess keeps her state,〖Throne.〗 but in best time

We will require her welcome.

LADY M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,

For my heart speaks they are welcome.

First MURDERER [appears at the door]

MACB. See, they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks.

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 upon thy face.

MUR. ’Tis Banquo’s then.

MACB. ’Tis better thee without than he within.

Is he dispatch’d?

MUR. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

MACB. Thou art the best o’ the cut-throats; yet he’s good

That did the like for Fleance. If thou didst it,

Thou art the nonpareil.〖The one without equal.〗

MUR. Most royal sir,

Fleance is scap’d.

MACB. Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect,

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

As broad and general as the casing air;

But now I am cabin’d, cribb’d, confin’d, bound in

To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo’s safe?

MUR. Ay, my good lord; safe in a ditch he bides,

With twenty trenched gashes on his head,

The least a death to nature.

MACB. Thanks for that;

There the grown serpent lies. The worm〖Serpent.〗 that’s fled

Hath nature that in time will venom breed,

No teeth for the present. Get thee gone; to-morrow

We’ll hear ourselves again.〖Talk together.〗

Exit MURDERER.

LADY M. 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;

From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony;

Meeting were bare without it.

Enter the Ghost of BANQUO, and sits in MACBETH’S place

MACB. Sweet remembrancer!

Now, good digestion wait on appetite,

And health on both!

LEN. May ’t please your Highness sit.

MACB. Here had we now our country’s honour roof’d,

Were the grac’d person of our Banquo present,

Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

Than pity for mischance.

ROSS. His absence, sir,

Lays blame upon his promise. Please ’t your Highness

To grace us with your royal company?

MACB. The table’s full.

LEN. Here is a place reserv’d, sir.

MACB. Where?

LEN. Here, my good lord. What is ’t that moves your Highness?

MACB. Which of you have done this?

LORDS. What, my good lord?

MACB. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake

Thy gory locks at me.

ROSS. Gentlemen, rise: his Highness is not well.

LADY M. 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,

You shall offend him and extend his passion.〖Prolong his agitation.〗

Feed, and regard him not. [Aside to MACBETH.]

Are you a man?

MACB. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that

Which might appall the devil.

LADY M. [Aside to MACBETH.] O proper〖Fine.〗 stuff!

This is the very painting of your fear;

This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,

Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws〖Sudden outbursts.〗 and starts,

Impostors to〖Compared to.〗 true fear, would well become

A woman’s story at a winter’s fire,

Authoriz’d〖Vouched for.〗 by her grandam. Shame itself!

Why do you make such faces? When all’s done,

You look but on a stool.

MACB. Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?

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〖Tombs.〗

Shall be the maws of kites. [Ghost vanishes.]

LADY M. [Aside to MACBETH.] What, quite unmann’d in folly?

MACB. If I stand here, I saw him.

LADY M. [Aside to MACBETH.] Fie, for shame!

MACB. Blood hath been shed ere now, i’ the olden time,

Ere humane statute purg’d the gentle weal;〖Made the state gentle by purging it.〗

Ay, and since too, murders have been perform’d

Too terrible for the ear. The time has been,

That, when the brains were out, the man would die,

And there an end; but now they rise again,

With twenty mortal murders〖Deadly wounds.〗 on their crowns,

And push us from our stools. This is more strange

Than such a murder is.

LADY M. My worthy lord,

Your noble friends do lack you.

MACB. I do forget.

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;

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.

Re-enter Ghost

I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table,

And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;

Would he were here! to all and him we thirst,

And all to all.

LORDS. Our duties, and the pledge.

MACB. Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

Thou hast no speculation〖Sight.〗 in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with!

LADY M. Think of this, good peers,

But as a thing of custom; ’tis no other,

Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

MACB. What man dare, I dare.

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;

If trembling I inhabit〖Continue (?). Clothe myself in (?).〗 then, protest me

The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!

Unreal mockery, hence! [GHOST vanishes.]

Why, so; being gone,

I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.

LADY M. You have displac’d the mirth, broke the good meeting,

With most admir’d〖Producing wonder.〗 disorder.

MACB. Can such things be,

And overcome〖Overshadow.〗 us like a summer’s cloud,

Without our special wonder? You make me strange〖A stranger.〗

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 blanch’d with fear.

ROSS. What sights, my lord?

LADY M. 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.

LEN. Good-night; and better health

Attend his Majesty!

LADY M. A kind good-night to all!

Exeunt LORDS.

MACB. It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;

Augures〖Auguries.〗 and understood〖Secret.〗 relations have

By maggot-pies and choughs〖Daws.〗 and rooks brought forth

The secret’st man of blood. What is the night?

LADY M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

MACB. How say’st thou, that Macduff denies his person

At our great bidding?

LADY M. Did you send to him, sir?

MACB. 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,

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,

Which must be acted ere they may be scann’d.

LADY M. You lack the season〖Seasoning.〗 of all natures, sleep.

MACB. Come, we’ll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse〖Deception.〗

Is the initiate fear that wants hard use;

We are yet but young in deed. Exeunt.

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