Macbeth: Act 3, Scene 1
1Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
2As the weird women promised, and I fear
3Thou play'dst most foully for't; yet it was said
4It should not stand in thy posterity,
5But that myself should be the root and father
6Of many kings. If there come truth from them
7As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine
8Why, by the verities on thee made good,
9May they not be my oracles as well,
10And set me up in hope? But hush, no more.
**Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King,
LADY [MACBETH, as queen], LENNOX, ROSS,
Lords, and Attendants.
11Here's our chief guest.
If he had been forgotten,
12It had been as a gap in our great feast,
13And all-thing unbecoming.
14tonight we hold a solemn supper sir,
15And I'll request your presence.
Let your Highness
16Command upon me; to the which my duties
17Are with a most indissoluble tie
18For ever knit.
19Ride you this afternoon?
Ay, my good lord.
20We should have else desired your good advice,
21Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
22In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
23Is't far you ride?
24As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
25'Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better,
26I must become a borrower of the night
27For a dark hour or twain.
Fail not our feast.
28My lord, I will not.
29We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
30In England and in Ireland, not confessing
31Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
32With strange invention: but of that tomorrow,
33When therewithal we shall have cause of state
34Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
35Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
36Ay, my good lord. Our time does call upon's.
37I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
38And so I do commend you to their backs.
40Let every man be master of his time
41Till seven at night. To make society
42The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
43Till supper-time alone; while then, God be with you!
Exeunt Lords [and all but MACBETH and a servant].
44Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men
46They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
47Bring them before us.
To be thus is nothing,
48But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo
49Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
50Reigns that which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares;
51And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
52He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
53To act in safety. There is none but he
54Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
55My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,
56Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
57When first they put the name of king upon me,
58And bade them speak to him; then prophet-like
59They hail'd him father to a line of kings:
60Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
61And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
62Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
63No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
64For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;
65For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
66Put rancours in the vessel of my peace
67Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
68Given to the common enemy of man,
69To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!
70Rather than so, come fate into the list,
71And champion me to the utterance! Who's there?
Enter SERVANT, and two MURDERERS.
72Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
73Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
74It was, so please your highness.
Well then, now
75Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
76That it was he in the times past which held you
77So under fortune, which you thought had been
78Our innocent self: this I made good to you
79In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,
80How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the instruments,
81Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
82To half a soul and to a notion crazed
83Say "Thus did Banquo."
You made it known to us.
84I did so, and went further, which is now
85Our point of second meeting. Do you find
86Your patience so predominant in your nature
87That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd
88To pray for this good man and for his issue,
89Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave
90And beggar'd yours for ever?
We are men, my liege.
91Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
92As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
93Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
94All by the name of dogs: the valued file
95Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
96The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
97According to the gift which bounteous nature
98Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
99Particular addition, from the bill
100That writes them all alike: and so of men.
101Now, if you have a station in the file,
102Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;
103And I will put that business in your bosoms,
104Whose execution takes your enemy off,
105Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
106Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
107Which in his death were perfect.
I am one, my liege,
108Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
109Have so incensed that I am reckless what
110I do to spite the world.
And I another
111So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
112That I would set my life on any chance,
113To mend it, or be rid on't.
Both of you
114Know Banquo was your enemy.
True, my lord.
115So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
116That every minute of his being thrusts
117Against my near'st of life; and though I could
118With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
119And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
120For certain friends that are both his and mine,
121Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
122Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,
123That I to your assistance do make love,
124Masking the business from the common eye
125For sundry weighty reasons.
We shall, my lord,
126Perform what you command us.
Though our lives
127Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most
128I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
129Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' th' time,
130The moment on't; for't must be done tonight,
131And something from the palace; always thought
132That I require a clearness: and with him
133To leave no rubs nor botches in the work
134Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
135Whose absence is no less material to me
136Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
137Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart,
138I'll come to you anon.
We are resolved, my lord.
139I'll call upon you straight; abide within.
140It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
141If it find heaven, must find it out tonight.