Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
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980
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
¶
Enter Banquo.
¶As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feare
¶Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
¶As vpon thee Macbeth, their Speeches shine,
¶Why by the verities on thee made good,
990May they not be my Oracles as well,
¶
Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox,
995La. If he had beene forgotten,
¶It had bene as a gap in our great Feast,
¶And all-thing vnbecomming.
¶Command vpon me, to the which my duties
¶For euer knit.
¶Macb. Ride you this afternoone?
1005Ban. I, my good Lord.
¶In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.
¶Is't farre you ride?
1010Ban. 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.
1015Ban. My Lord, I will not.
¶Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
¶With strange inuention. But of that to morrow,
¶Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:
¶Adieu, till you returne at Night.
¶Goes Fleance with you?
¶Ban. I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's.
¶And so I doe commend you to their backs.
¶Farwell.
Exit Banquo._
¶Let euery man be master of his time,
1030The 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
¶Our pleasure?
1035Seruant. They are, my Lord, without the Pallace
¶Gate.
¶To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus
¶Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,
1040And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that
¶Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,
¶He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
¶To act in safetie. There is none but he,
1045Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,
¶My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said
¶When first they put the Name of King vpon me,
¶And bad them speake to him. Then Prophet-like,
1050They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings.
¶And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe,
¶Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand,
¶For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd,
¶Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell
¶Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,
1060To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings.
¶And champion me to th' vtterance.
¶Who's there?
¶
Enter Seruant, and two Murtherers.
1065Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call.
¶
Exit Seruant.
¶Macb. Well then,
¶Know, that it was he, in the times past,
¶Which held you so vnder fortune,
¶Which you thought had been our innocent selfe.
¶This I made good to you, in our last conference,
1075Past in probation with you:
¶How you were borne in hand, how crost:
¶The Instruments: who wrought with them:
¶And all things else, that might
¶To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,
1080Say, Thus did Banquo.
¶1. Murth. You made it knowne to vs.
¶And went further, which is now
¶Our point of second meeting.
1085Doe you finde your patience so predominant,
¶In your nature, that you can let this goe?
¶Hath bow'd you to the Graue, and begger'd
1090Yours for euer?
¶1. Murth. We are men, my Liege.
¶Macb. I, in the Catalogue ye goe for men,
¶As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres,
¶Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolues are clipt
1095All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file
¶The House-keeper, the Hunter, euery one
¶According to the gift, which bounteous Nature
¶Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue
1100Particular addition, from the Bill,
¶That writes them all alike: and so of men.
¶Now, if you haue a station in the file,
1105Whose execution takes your Enemie off,
¶Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,
¶Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,
¶Which in his Death were perfect.
¶2. Murth. I am one, my Liege,
1110Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
¶To spight the World.
¶1. Murth. And I another,
1115That I would set my Life on any Chance,
¶To mend it, or be rid on't.
¶Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie.
¶Murth. True, my Lord.
1120That euery minute of his being, thrusts
¶And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
¶For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
1125Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
¶Performe what you command vs.
¶1. Murth. Though our Liues---
¶Within this houre, at most,
¶Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,
¶The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,
¶And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,
1140To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:
¶Fleans, his Sonne, that keepes him companie,
¶Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate
1145Ile come to you anon.
¶It is concluded: Banquo, thy Soules flight,
¶If it finde Heauen, must finde it out to Night.
Exeunt.
