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:

1071Know, that it was he, in the times past,

1072Which held you so vnder fortune,

1073Which you thought had been our innocent selfe.

1074This I made good to you, in our last conference,

1075Past in probation with you:

1076How you were borne in hand, how crost:

1077The Instruments: who wrought with them:

1078And all things else, that might

1079To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,

1080Say, Thus did Banquo.

10811.Murth. You made it knowne to vs.

1082Macb. I did so:

1083And went further, which is now

1084Our point of second meeting.

1085Doe you finde your patience so predominant,

1086In your nature, that you can let this goe?

1087Are you so Gospell'd, to pray for this good man,

1088And for his Issue, whose heauie hand

1089Hath bow'd you to the Graue, and begger'd

1090Yours for euer?

10911.Murth. We are men, my Liege.

1092Macb. I, in the Catalogue ye goe for men,

1093As Hounds, and Greyhounds, Mungrels, Spaniels, Curres,

1094Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolues are clipt

1095All by the Name of Dogges: the valued file

1096Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,

1097The House-keeper, the Hunter, euery one

1098According to the gift, which bounteous Nature

1099Hath in him clos'd: whereby he does receiue

1100Particular addition, from the Bill,

1101That writes them all alike: and so of men.

1102Now, if you haue a station in the file,

1103Not i'th' worst ranke of Manhood, say't,

1104And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes,

1105Whose execution takes your Enemie off,

1106Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,

1107Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,

1108Which in his Death were perfect.

11092.Murth. I am one, my Liege,

1110Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World

1111Hath so incens'd, that I am recklesse what I doe,

1112To spight the World.

11131.Murth. And I another,

1114So wearie with Disasters, tugg'd with Fortune,

1115That I would set my Life on any Chance,

1116To mend it, or be rid on't.

1117Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie.

1118Murth. True, my Lord.

1119Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,

1120That euery minute of his being, thrusts

1121Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could

1122With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,

1123And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,

1124For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,

1125Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,

1126Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,

1127That I to your assistance doe make loue,

1128Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,

1129For sundry weightie Reasons.

11302.Murth. We shall, my Lord,

1131Performe what you command vs.

11321.Murth. Though our Liues--

1133Macb. Your Spirits shine through you.

1134Within this houre, at most,

1135I will aduise you where to plant your selues,

1136Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,

1137The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,

1138And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,

1139That I require a clearenesse; and with him,

1140To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:

1141Fleans, his Sonne, that keepes him companie,

1142Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me,

1143Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate

1144Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,

1145Ile come to you anon.

1146Murth. We are resolu'd, my Lord.

1147Macb. Ile call vpon you straight: abide within,

1148It is concluded: Banquo, thy Soules flight,

1149If it finde Heauen, must finde it out to Night. Exeunt.