Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
3.1.2983As the weird women promised, and I fear
3.1.3984Thou played'st most foully for't. Yet it was said
3.1.4985It should not stand in thy posterity,
3.1.5986But that myself should be the root and father
3.1.6987Of many kings. If there come truth from them,
3.1.7988As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,
3.1.8989Why, by the verities on thee made good,
3.1.9990May they not be my oracles as well
3.1.10991And set me up in hope? But hush, no more.
3.1.10.1992Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady [Macbeth as Queen], Lennox, 993Ross, lords, and attendants. Here's our chief guest.
Here's our chief guest. If he had been forgotten,
3.1.12996It had been as a gap in our great feast,
Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir,
And I'll request your presence. Let your highness
Ride you this afternoon?
Ride you this afternoon? Ay, my good lord.
We should have else desired your good advice,
3.1.211007Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
3.1.221008In this day's council; but we'll take tomorrow.
As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
3.1.251011'Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better,
For a dark hour or twain. Fail not our feast.
My lord, I will not.
We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed
3.1.301017In England and in Ireland, not confessing
3.1.311018Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
3.1.321019With strange invention. But of that tomorrow,
3.1.331020When therewithal we shall have cause of state
3.1.35Till you return at night.
1023Goes Fleance with you?
Ay, my good lord, our time does call upon's.
I wish your horses swift and sure of foot,
3.1.43Till suppertime alone.
1032While then, God be with you.
3.1.43.1Exeunt [all but Macbeth and a Servant]. 3.1.441033Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men
They are, my lord, without the palace
1036gate.
Bring them before us.
Bring them before us. 1038To be thus is nothing,
3.1.48But to be safely thus.
1039Our fears in Banquo
3.1.49Stick deep,
1040and in his royalty of nature
3.1.50Reigns that
1041which would be feared. 'Tis much he dares,
3.1.511042And to that dauntless temper of his mind
3.1.521043He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor
3.1.561047Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
3.1.571048When first they put the name of King upon me
3.1.581049And bade them speak to him. Then, prophet-like,
3.1.591050They hailed him father to a line of kings.
3.1.601051Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown
3.1.621053Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand,
3.1.641055For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind,
3.1.651056For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered,
3.1.691060To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings.
3.1.701061Rather than so, come, Fate, into the list,
3.1.721065[To Servant] Now go to the door and stay there till we call.
It was, so please your highness.
It was, so please your highness. Well then,
1070now,
3.1.75Have you considered of my speeches?
1071Know
3.1.76That it was he in the times past
1072which held you
3.1.77So under fortune,
1073which you thought had been
3.1.78Our innocent self.
1074This I made good to you
3.1.79In our last conference;
1075passed in probation with you
3.1.801076How you were borne in hand, how crossed,
1077the instruments,
3.1.81Who wrought with them,
1078and all things else that might
Say, "Thus did Banquo." You made it known to us.
I did so;
1083and went further which is now
3.1.86Your patience so predominant
1086in your nature
3.1.87That you can let this go?
1087Are you so gospelled
3.1.88To pray for this good man
1088and for his issue,
3.1.89Whose heavy hand
1089hath bowed you to the grave
And beggared yours forever? We are men, my liege.
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men,
3.1.921093As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
3.1.931094Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves are clept
3.1.941095All by the name of dogs. The valued file
3.1.951096Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
3.1.971098According to the gift which bounteous nature
3.1.981099Hath in him closed, whereby he does receive
Which in his death were perfect. I am one, my liege,
3.1.1081110Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
3.1.1091111Hath so incensed that I am reckless what I do
To spite the world. And I another,
3.1.1111114So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,
To mend it or be rid on't. Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy. True, my lord.
So is he mine--and in such bloody distance
3.1.1171121Against my near'st of life. And though I could
3.1.1181122With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
3.1.1201124For certain friends that are both his and mine,
3.1.1211125Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
For sundry weighty reasons. We shall, my lord,
Perform what you command us. Though our lives--
Your spirits shine through you.
1134Within this hour at most
3.1.1281135I will advise you where to plant yourselves,
3.1.1291136Acquaint you with the perfect spy o'th' time,
3.1.1301137The moment on't, for't must be done tonight,
3.1.1311138And something from the palace--always thought
3.1.1371144Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart,
I'll come to you anon. We are resolved, my lord.
I'll call upon you straight; abide within.
3.1.1411149If it find heaven, must find it out tonight.