Macbeth: Act 3, Scene 4
Banquet prepar'd. Enter MACBETH, LADY [MACBETH],
ROSS, LENNOX, LORDS, and ATTENDANTS.
1You know your own degrees; sit down. At first
2And last the hearty welcome.
Thanks to your majesty.
3Ourself will mingle with society,
4And play the humble host.
5Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
6We will require her welcome.
7Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
8For my heart speaks they are welcome.
Enter FIRST MURDERER [at the door].
9See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
10Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:
11Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
12The table round
[Goes to the door.]
13There's blood on thy face.
'Tis Banquo's then.
14'Tis better thee without than he within.
15Is he dispatch'd?
My lord, his throat is cut;
16That I did for him.
Thou art the best o' the cut-throats,
17Yet he's good that did the like for Fleance.
18If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
19Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scaped.
20Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,
21Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
22As broad and general as the casing air:
23But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
24To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
25Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
26With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
27The least a death to nature.
Thanks for that:
28There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
29Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
30No teeth for the present. Get thee gone; to-morrow
31We'll hear, ourselves, again.
My royal lord,
32You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold
33That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,
34'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home;
35From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
36Meeting were bare without it.
Enter the GHOST OF BANQUO and sits
in Macbeth's place.
37Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
38And health on both!
May't please your highness sit.
39Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
40Were the graced person of our Banquo present,
41Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
42Than pity for mischance!
His absence, sir,
43Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
44To grace us with your royal company?
45The table's full.
Here is a place reserved, sir.
47Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your Highness?
48Which of you have done this?
What, my good lord?
49Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
50Thy gory locks at me.
51Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.
52Sit, worthy friends; my lord is often thus,
53And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat.
54The fit is momentary; upon a thought
55He will again be well. If much you note him,
56You shall offend him and extend his passion.
57Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
58Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
59Which might appall the devil.
O proper stuff!
60This is the very painting of your fear:
61This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
62Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
63(Impostors to true fear) would well become
64A woman's story at a winter's fire,
65Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
66Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
67You look but on a stool.
Prithee, see there!
68Behold! look! lo! how say you?
69Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
70If charnel-houses and our graves must send
71Those that we bury back, our monuments
72Shall be the maws of kites.
What, quite unmann'd in folly?
73If I stand here, I saw him.
Fie, for shame!
74Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
75Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;
76Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
77Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
78That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
79And there an end, but now they rise again,
80With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
81And push us from our stools: this is more strange
82Than such a murder is.
My worthy lord,
83Your noble friends do lack you.
I do forget.
84Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
85I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
86To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
87Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.
88I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,
89And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
90Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
91And all to all.
Our duties, and the pledge.
92Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
93Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
94Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
95Which thou dost glare with!
Think of this, good peers,
96But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
97Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
98What man dare, I dare.
99Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
100The arm'd rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan tiger;
101Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
102Shall never tremble. Or be alive again,
103And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
104If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
105The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
106Unreal mockery, hence!
Why, so: being gone,
107I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
108You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
109With most admired disorder.
Can such things be,
110And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
111Without our special wonder? You make me strange
112Even to the disposition that I owe,
113When now I think you can behold such sights,
114And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
115When mine is blanched with fear.
What sights, my lord?
116I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
117Question enrages him. At once, good night:
118Stand not upon the order of your going,
119But go at once.
Good night; and better health
130Attend his majesty!
A kind good night to all!
Exeunt Lords [and all but Macbeth and Lady Macbeth].
121It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood.
122Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
123Augurs and understood relations have
124By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
125The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
126Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
127How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
128At our great bidding?
Did you send to him, sir?
129I hear it by the way; but I will send.
130There's not a one of them but in his house
131I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
132And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:
133More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
134By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
135All causes shall give way: I am in blood
136Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
137Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
138Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
139Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
140You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
141Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
142Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
143We are yet but young in deed.