1196Lady. But in them, Natures Coppie's not eterne.

1197Macb. There's comfort yet, they are assaileable,

1198Then be thou iocund: ere the Bat hath flowne

1199His Cloyster'd flight, ere to black Heccats summons

1200The shard-borne Beetle, with his drowsie hums,

1201Hath rung Nights yawning Peale,

1202There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note.

1203Lady. What's to be done?

1204Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Chuck,

1205Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,

1206Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day,

1207And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand

1208Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,

1209Which keepes me pale. Light thickens,

1210And the Crow makes Wing toth'Rookie Wood:

1211Good things of Day begin to droope, and drowse,

1212Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey's doe rowse.

1213Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,

1214Things bad begun, make strong themselues by ill:

1215So prythee goe with me. Exeunt.

12181. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs?

12193. Macbeth.

12202. He needes not our mistrust, since he deliuers

1221Our Offices, and what we haue to doe,

1222To the direction iust.

12231. Then stand with vs:

1224The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day.

1225Now spurres the lated Traueller apace,

1226To gayne the timely Inne, end neere approches

1227The subiect of our Watch.

12283. Hearke, I heare Horses.

1229Banquo within. Giue vs a Light there, hoa.

12302. Then 'tis hee:

1231The rest, that are within the note of expectation,

1232Alreadie are i'th'Court.

12331. His Horses goe about.

12343. Almost a mile: but he does vsually,

1235So all men doe, from hence toth'Pallace Gate

1236Make it their Walke.

12382. A Light, a Light.

12393. 'Tis hee.

12401. Stand too't.

1241Ban. It will be Rayne to Night.

12421. Let it come downe.

1243Ban. O, Trecherie!

1244Flye good Fleans, flye, flye, flye,

1245Thou may'st reuenge. O Slaue!

12463. Who did strike out the Light?

12471. Was't not the way?

12483. There's but one downe: the Sonne is fled.

12492. We haue lost

1250Best halfe of our Affaire.

12511. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

1256Macb. You know your owne degrees, sit downe:

1257At first and last, the hearty welcome.

1258Lords. Thankes to your Maiesty.

1259Macb. Our selfe will mingle with Society,

1260And play the humble Host:

1261Our Hostesse keepes her State, but in best time

1262We will require her welcome.

1263La. Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends,

1264For my heart speakes, they are welcome.

1266Macb. See they encounter thee with their harts thanks

1267Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th'mid'st,

1268Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure

1269The Table round. There's blood vpon thy face.

1270Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

1271Macb. 'Tis better thee without, then he within.

1272Is he dispatch'd?

1273Mur. My Lord his throat is cut, that I did for him.

1274Mac. Thou art the best o'th'Cut-throats,

1275Yet hee's good that did the like for Fleans:

1276If thou did'st it, thou art the Non-pareill.

1277Mur. Most Royall Sir

1278Fleans is scap'd.

1279Macb. Then comes my Fit againe:

1280I had else beene perfect;

1281Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,

1282As broad, and generall, as the casing Ayre:

1283But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in

1284To sawcy doubts, and feares. But Banquo's safe?

1285Mur. I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,

1286With twenty trenched gashes on his head;

1287The least a Death to Nature.

1288Macb. Thankes for that:

1289There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fled

1290Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed,

1291No teeth for th'present. Get thee gone, to morrow

1292Wee'l heare our selues againe. Exit Murderer.

1293Lady. My Royall Lord,

1294You do not giue the Cheere, the Feast is sold

1295That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making:

1296'Tis giuen, with welcome: to feede were best at home:

1297From thence, the sawce to meate is Ceremony,

1298Meeting were bare without it.

1300Macb. Sweet Remembrancer:

1301Now good digestion waite on Appetite,

1302And health on both.

1303Lenox. May't please your Highnesse sit.

1304Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,

1305Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:

1306Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse,

1307Then pitty for Mischance.

1308Rosse. His absence (Sir)

1309Layes blame vpon his promise. Pleas't your Highnesse

1310To grace vs with your Royall Company?