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