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Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turn'd wild in nature, broke their ftalls, flung out,
Make war with P mankind.
Old M. 'Tis faid, they eat each other.
Roffe. They did fo, to th' amazement of mine eyes,
That look'd upon 't.
Here comes the good Macduff.
How goes the world, Sir, now?
Macd. Why, fee you not?
Roffe. Is 't known, who did this more than bloody deed?
Macd. Thofe that Macbeth hath flain..
Roffe. Alas the day!
What good could they pretend?
Macd. They were fuborn'd;
Malcolm, and Donalbain, the King's two fons,
Roffe. 'Gainft nature ftill;
Thriftless ambition! that will raven upon
Macd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone
Macd. Carried to Colmkil,
The facred ftorehouse of his predeceffors,
And guardian of their bones.
Roffe. Will you to Scone?
Macd. No, coufin, I'll to Fife.;
Roffe. Well, I will thither.
Macd. Well, may you fee things well done there
Left our old robes fit easier than our new.
Roffe. Farewel, Father.
Old M. God's benison go with you *, and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
w R. P. T. and W. Calmes-bill; J. Celmes-kill.
* After you the three laft fo's, R. and C. read Sir.
· SCENE I.
An Apartment in the Palace.
Ban. HOU haft it now; King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promis'd; and I fear
But that myself should be the root and father
And fet me up in hope? But, hufh; no more.
Trumpets found. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth,
Lenox, Roffe, Lords and Attendants.
Mach. Here's our chief gueft.
Lady. If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
And all things unbecoming.
Mach. To-night we hold a folemn fupper, fir,
And I'll request your presence.
Ban. f Lay your Highness'
Command upon me; to the which
Are with a moft indiffoluble tye.
For ever knit.
Mach. Ride you this afternoon?
Ban. Ay, my good Lord.
Mach. We fhould have elfe defir'd your good advice (Which still hath been both grave and profperous) In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Is 't far ride? you
Ban. As far, my Lord, as will fill up the time "Twixt this and fupper. Go not my horfe the better, I must become a borrower of the night
For a dark hour or twain.
Macb. Fail not our feaft.
Ban. My Lord, I will not.
Macb. We hear our bloody coufins are bestow'd
In England, and in Ireland, not confeffing
With ftrange invention; but of that to-morrow,
Craving us jointly. Hie
'Till you return at night.
you to horfe. Adieu,
Goes Fleance with you?
Ban. Ay, my good Lord; our time does call upon 's. Mach. I wish your horses swift, and fure of foot; And fo I do commend you to their backs.
'Till feven at night; to make fociety
The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
'Till fupper-time alone; while then, God be with you.
[Exeunt Lady Macbeth, and Lords.
Manent Macbeth and a Servant.
Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men
Our pleasure ?
Ser. They are, my Lord, without the palace gate.
P. and all after omit you.
* So all before P; he and all after,
i So all before P; he and all after, except C. till for while.
upon us for upon's.
1 The fo's, Exeunt Lords only.