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  • Title: Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Anthony Dawson
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-528-5

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Anthony Dawson
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    Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)

    The Tragedie of Macbeth. 141

    Lady. But in them, Natures Coppie's not eterne.
    Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assaileable,
    Then be thou iocund: ere the Bat hath flowne
    His Cloyster'd flight, ere to black Heccats summons
    1200The shard-borne Beetle, with his drowsie hums,
    Hath rung Nights yawning Peale,
    There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note.
    Lady. What's to be done?
    Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Chuck,
    1205Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,
    Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day,
    And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand
    Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,
    Which keepes me pale. Light thickens,
    1210And the Crow makes Wing toth'Rookie Wood:
    Good things of Day begin to droope, and drowse,
    Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey's doe rowse.
    Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,
    Things bad begun, make strong themselues by ill:
    1215So prythee goe with me. Exeunt.

    Scena Tertia.

    Enter three Murtherers.

    1. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs?
    3. Macbeth.
    12202. He needes not our mistrust, since he deliuers
    Our Offices, and what we haue to doe,
    To the direction iust.
    1. Then stand with vs:
    The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day.
    1225Now spurres the lated Traueller apace,
    To gayne the timely Inne, end neere approches
    The subiect of our Watch.
    3. Hearke, I heare Horses.
    Banquo within. Giue vs a Light there, hoa.
    12302. Then 'tis hee:
    The rest, that are within the note of expectation,
    Alreadie are i'th'Court.
    1. His Horses goe about.
    3. Almost a mile: but he does vsually,
    1235So all men doe, from hence toth'Pallace Gate
    Make it their Walke.

    Enter Banquo and Fleans, with a Torch.

    2. A Light, a Light.
    3. 'Tis hee.
    12401. Stand too't.
    Ban. It will be Rayne to Night.
    1. Let it come downe.
    Ban. O, Trecherie!
    Flye good Fleans, flye, flye, flye,
    1245Thou may'st reuenge. O Slaue!
    3. Who did strike out the Light?
    1. Was't not the way?
    3. There's but one downe: the Sonne is fled.
    2. We haue lost
    1250Best halfe of our Affaire.
    1. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

    Scaena Quarta.

    Banquet prepar'd. Enter Macbeth, Lady, Rosse, Lenox,
    1255Lords, and Attendants.

    Macb. You know your owne degrees, sit downe:
    At first and last, the hearty welcome.
    Lords. Thankes to your Maiesty.
    Macb. Our selfe will mingle with Society,
    1260And play the humble Host:
    Our Hostesse keepes her State, but in best time
    We will require her welcome.
    La. Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends,
    For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
    1265Enter first Murtherer.
    Macb. See they encounter thee with their harts thanks
    Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th'mid'st,
    Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
    The Table round. There's blood vpon thy face.
    1270Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.
    Macb. 'Tis better thee without, then he within.
    Is he dispatch'd?
    Mur. My Lord his throat is cut, that I did for him.
    Mac. Thou art the best o'th'Cut-throats,
    1275Yet hee's good that did the like for Fleans:
    If thou did'st it, thou art the Non-pareill.
    Mur. Most Royall Sir
    Fleans is scap'd.
    Macb. Then comes my Fit againe:
    1280I had else beene perfect;
    Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,
    As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:
    But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in
    To sawcy doubts, and feares. But Banquo's safe?
    1285Mur. I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
    With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
    The least a Death to Nature.
    Macb. Thankes for that:
    There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fled
    1290Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed,
    No teeth for th'present. Get thee gone, to morrow
    Wee'l heare our selues againe. Exit Murderer.
    Lady. My Royall Lord,
    You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is sold
    1295That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making:
    'Tis giuen, with welcome: to feede were best at home:
    From thence, the sawce to meate is Ceremony,
    Meeting were bare without it.

    Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in Macbeths place.

    1300Macb. Sweet Remembrancer:
    Now good digestion waite on Appetite,
    And health on both.
    Lenox. May't please your Highnesse sit.
    Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,
    1305Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:
    Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse,
    Then pitty for Mischance.
    Rosse. His absence (Sir)
    Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your Highnesse
    1310To grace vs with your Royall Company?