948To th'amazement of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.

950Heere comes the good Macduffe.

951How goes the world Sir, now?

952Macd. Why see you not?

953Ross. Is't known who did this more then bloody deed?

954Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slaine.

955Ross. Alas the day,

956What good could they pretend?

957Macd. They were subborned,

958Malcolme, and Donalbaine the Kings two Sonnes

959Are stolne away and fled, which puts vpon them

960Suspition of the deed.

961Rosse. 'Gainst Nature still,

962Thriftlesse Ambition, that will rauen vp

963Thine owne liues meanes: Then 'tis most like,

964The Soueraignty will fall vpon Macbeth.

965Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone

966To be inuested.

967Rosse. Where is Duncans body?

968Macd. Carried to Colmekill,

969The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,

970And Guardian of their Bones.

971Rosse. Will you to Scone?

972Macd. No Cosin, Ile to Fife.

973Rosse. Well, I will thither.

974Macd. Well may you see things wel done there: Adieu

975Least our old Robes sit easier then our new.

976Rosse. Farewell, Father.

977Old M. Gods benyson go with you, and with those

978That would make good of bad, and Friends of Foes.

982Banq. Thou hast it now, King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

983As the weyard Women promis'd, and I feare

984Thou playd'st most fowly for't: yet it was saide

985It should not stand in thy Posterity,

986But that my selfe should be the Roote, and Father

987Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,

988As vpon thee Macbeth, their Speeches shine,

989Why by the verities on thee made good,

990May they not be my Oracles as well,

991And set me vp in hope. But hush, no more.

994Macb. Heere's our chiefe Guest.

995La. If he had beene forgotten,

996It had bene as a gap in our great Feast,

997And all-thing vnbecomming.

998Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir,

999And Ile request your presence.

1000Banq. Let your Highnesse

1001Command vpon me, to the which my duties

1002Are with a most indissoluble tye

1003For euer knit.

1004Macb. Ride you this afternoone?

1005Ban. I, my good Lord.

1006Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice

1007(Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous)

1008In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.

1009Is't farre you ride?

1010Ban. As farre, my Lord, as will fill vp the time

1011'Twixt this, and Supper. Goe not my Horse the better,

1012I must become a borrower of the Night,

1013For a darke houre, or twaine.

1014Macb. Faile not our Feast.

1015Ban. My Lord, I will not.

1016Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd

1017In England, and in Ireland, not confessing

1018Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers

1019With strange inuention. But of that to morrow,

1020When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State,

1021Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:

1022Adieu, till you returne at Night.

1023Goes Fleance with you?

1024Ban. I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's.

1025Macb. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot:

1026And so I doe commend you to their backs.

1027Farwell. Exit Banquo.

1028Let euery man be master of his time,

1029Till seuen at Night, to make societie

1030The sweeter welcome:

1031We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone:

1032While then, God be with you. Exeunt Lords.

1033Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men

1034Our pleasure?

1035Seruant. They are, my Lord, without the Pallace

1036Gate.

1037Macb. Bring them before vs. Exit Seruant.

1038To be thus, is nothing, but to be safely thus:

1039Our feares in Banquo sticke deepe,

1040And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that

1041Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,

1042And to that dauntlesse temper of his Minde,

1043He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,

1044To act in safetie. There is none but he,

1045Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,

1046My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said

1047Mark Anthonies was by Caesar. He chid the Sisters,

1048When first they put the Name of King vpon me,

1049And bad them speake to him. Then Prophet-like,

1050They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings.

1051Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitlesse Crowne,

1052And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe,

1053Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand,

1054No Sonne of mine succeeding: if't be so,

1055For Banquo's Issue haue I fil'd my Minde,

1056For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd,

1057Put Rancours in the Vessell of my Peace

1058Onely for them, and mine eternall Iewell

1059Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,

1060To make them Kings, the Seedes of Banquo Kings.

1061Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst,

1062And champion me to th'vtterance.

1063Who's there?

1065Now goe to the Doore, and stay there till we call.

1067Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

1068Murth. It was, so please your Highnesse.

1069Macb. Well then,

1070Now haue you consider'd of my speeches: