3.4.0.21254Banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady [Macbeth], Ross, Lennox, 1255Lords, and attendants. [Lady Macbeth sits.] You know your own degrees, sit down;
1257at first
3.4.2And last, the hearty welcome.
And last, the hearty welcome. Thanks to your majesty.
Ourself will mingle with society
3.4.41260And play the humble host.
1261Our hostess keeps her state,
3.4.5But in best time
1262we will require her welcome.
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,
3.4.71264For my heart speaks they are welcome.
See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
3.4.91267Both sides are even--here I'll sit i'th' midst.
3.4.101268Be large in mirth. Anon we'll drink a measure
3.4.111269The table round.
[To 1 Murderer] There's blood upon thy face.
'Tis Banquo's, then.
'Tis better thee without than he within.
My lord, his throat is cut--that I did for him.
Thou art the best o'th' cutthroats.
3.4.171275Yet he's good that did the like for Fleance;
3.4.181276If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
Most royal sir,
1278Fleance is 'scaped.
Then comes my fit again;
1280I had else been perfect,
3.4.211281Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
3.4.231283But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in
3.4.241284To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
Ay, my good lord; safe in a ditch he bides
3.4.261286With twenty trenchèd gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature. Thanks for that.
3.4.281289There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
3.4.291290Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
3.4.301291No teeth for th'present. Get thee gone; tomorrow
We'll hear ourselves again. My royal lord,
3.4.321294You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold
3.4.331295That is not often vouched while 'tis a-making;
3.4.341296'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home:
3.4.351297From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony,
3.4.36.11299 Enter the Ghost of Banquo and sits in Macbeth's place. Meeting were bare without it. Sweet remembrancer!
And health on both. May't please your highness, sit.
Here had we now our country's honor roofed,
3.4.401305Were the graced person of our Banquo present,
3.4.411306Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Than pity for mischance. His absence, sir,
3.4.431309Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
The table's full.
The table's full. Here is a place reserved, sir.
Where?
Here, my good lord.
1315What is't that moves your highness?
Which of you have done this?
Which of you have done this? What, my good lord?
[To Banquo's Ghost] Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake
[Rising] Gentlemen, rise--his highness is not well.
[Rising] Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thus
3.4.531322And hath been from his youth. Pray you keep seat,
3.4.551324He will again be well. If much you note him
3.4.561325You shall offend him and extend his passion.
3.4.571326Feed, and regard him not.
[Aside to Macbeth] Are you a man?
Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appall the devil. Oh, proper stuff!
3.4.611331This is the air-drawn dagger which you said
3.4.621332Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts,
3.4.631333Impostors to true fear, would well become
3.4.651335Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
3.4.661336Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
Prithee, see there!
1339Behold, look, lo, how say you?
3.4.691340[To Banquo's Ghost] Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
3.4.701341If charnel houses and our graves must send
Shall be the maws of kites. What? Quite unmanned in folly.
If I stand here, I saw him.
If I stand here, I saw him. Fie, for shame.
Blood hath been shed ere now, i'th' olden time
3.4.751348Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;
3.4.761349Ay, and since too, murders have been performed
3.4.771350Too terrible for the ear. The times has been
3.4.781351That when the brains were out, the man would die,
3.4.791352And there an end. But now they rise again
3.4.801353With twenty mortal murders on their crowns
3.4.811354And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is. My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you. I do forget.
3.4.841359Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends:
3.4.851360I have a strange infirmity which is nothing
3.4.861361To those that know me. Come, love and health to all.
3.4.871362Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine, fill full.
3.4.881364I drink to th'general joy o'th' whole table
3.4.891365And to our dear friend, Banquo, whom we miss.
3.4.901366Would he were here! To all, and him we thirst,
And all to all. Our duties and the pledge.
Avant and quit my sight, let the earth hide thee!
3.4.931370Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold,
Which thou dost glare with. Think of this, good peers,
3.4.961374But as a thing of custom; 'tis no other,
3.4.971375Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
What man dare, I dare:
3.4.991377Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
Unreal mock'ry, hence! Why so, being gone,
You have displaced the mirth,
1387broke the good meeting
With most admired disorder. Can such things be
3.4.1111390Without our special wonder? You make me strange
When mine is blanched with fear. What sights, my lord?
I pray you speak not: he grows worse and worse.
But go at once. Goodnight, and better health
Attend his majesty. A kind goodnight to all.
It will have blood, they say--
1404blood will have blood.
3.4.1221405Stones have been known to move and trees to speak,
3.4.1241407By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
3.4.1251408The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
Almost at odds with morning which is which.
How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding? Did you send to him, sir?
I hear it by the way, but I will send.
3.4.1331417More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know
3.4.1341418By the worst means the worst; for mine own good
3.4.1361420Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
3.4.1381422Strange things I have in head that will to hand,
3.4.1391423Which must be acted ere they may be scanned.
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse