|The Tragedy of Macbeth|
| Act 3, Scene 4
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A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and AttendantsMACBETH
You know your own degrees; sit down: at firstLords
And last the hearty welcome.
Thanks to your majesty.MACBETH
Ourself will mingle with society,LADY MACBETH
And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
We will require her welcome.
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;MACBETH
For my heart speaks they are welcome.
First Murderer appears at the door
See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.First Murderer
Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:
Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.
Approaching the doorThere's blood on thy face.
'Tis Banquo's then.MACBETH
'Tis better thee without than he within.First Murderer
Is he dispatch'd?
My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.MACBETH
Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's goodFirst Murderer
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil.
Most royal sir,MACBETH
Fleance is 'scaped.
Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,First Murderer
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
As broad and general as the casing air:
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,MACBETH
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.
Thanks for that:LADY MACBETH
There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
We'll hear, ourselves, again.
My royal lord,MACBETH
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,
'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;
From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
May't please your highness sit.MACBETH
The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place
Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,ROSS
Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Than pity for mischance!
His absence, sir,MACBETH
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
To grace us with your royal company.
The table's full.LENNOX
Here is a place reserved, sir.MACBETH
Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?MACBETH
Which of you have done this?Lords
What, my good lord?MACBETH
Thou canst not say I did it: never shakeROSS
Thy gory locks at me.
Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.LADY MACBETH
Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,MACBETH
And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;
The fit is momentary; upon a thought
He will again be well: if much you note him,
You shall offend him and extend his passion:
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on thatLADY MACBETH
Which might appal the devil.
O proper stuff!MACBETH
This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
Impostors to true fear, would well become
A woman's story at a winter's fire,
Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.
Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!LADY MACBETH
how say you?
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
If charnel-houses and our graves must send
Those that we bury back, our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites.
GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes
What, quite unmann'd in folly?MACBETH
If I stand here, I saw him.LADY MACBETH
Fie, for shame!MACBETH
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,LADY MACBETH
Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: this is more strange
Than such a murder is.
My worthy lord,MACBETH
Your noble friends do lack you.
I do forget.Lords
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.
Our duties, and the pledge.MACBETH
Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO
Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!LADY MACBETH
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
Think of this, good peers,MACBETH
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
What man dare, I dare:LADY MACBETH
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: or be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
GHOST OF BANQUO vanishesWhy, so: being gone,
I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,MACBETH
With most admired disorder.
Can such things be,ROSS
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,
When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine is blanched with fear.
What sights, my lord?LADY MACBETH
I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;LENNOX
Question enrages him. At once, good night:
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Good night; and better healthLADY MACBETH
Attend his majesty!
A kind good night to all!MACBETH
Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH
It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:LADY MACBETH
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
Augurs and understood relations have
By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
Almost at odds with morning, which is which.MACBETH
How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his personLADY MACBETH
At our great bidding?
Did you send to him, sir?MACBETH
I hear it by the way; but I will send:LADY MACBETH
There's not a one of them but in his house
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er:
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.MACBETH
Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
We are yet but young in deed.
| Act 3, Scene 4
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