Puslapio vaizdai

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,

Turn'd wild in nature, broke their ftalls, flung out,
Contending 'gainft obedience, as they would

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.

Enter 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,
Are. ftol'n away and fled; which puts upon them
Sufpicion of the deed.

Roffe. 'Gainft nature ftill;

Thriftless ambition! that will raven upon
Thine own life's means. ." Then 'tis moft like,
The fovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

[ocr errors]

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

[blocks in formation]


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

(adieu !)

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.





An Apartment in the Palace.

Enter Banquo.

Ban. HOU haft it now; King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

As the weird women promis'd; and I fear
Thou playd'ft moft foully for 't: yet it was faid,
It should not ftand in thy pofterity;

But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them,
(As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine)
Why, by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my oracles as well,

And fet me up in hope? But, hufh; no more.

[merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small]



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

my duties

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

[merged small][merged small][ocr errors]

In England, and in Ireland, not confeffing
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers

With ftrange invention; but of that to-morrow,
When therewithal we fhall have cause of state,

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.

[blocks in formation]

'Till feven at night; to make fociety

The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself


[Exit Banquo.

'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.
Macb. Bring them before us. [Exit Serv.] To be thus

is nothing;

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.

E 2


« AnkstesnisTęsti »