The same.

SCENE III.

A Park or Lawn, with a Gate leading to the Palace.

Enter three Murderers.

1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us?

3 Mur.

Macbeth.

2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since he de

livers

Our offices, and what we have to do,

To the direction just.

1 Mur.

Then stand with us.

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:
Now spurs the lated' traveller apace,

To gain the timely inn; and near approaches
The subject of our watch.

3 Mur.

Hark! I hear horses.

Ban. [Within.] Give us a light there, ho! 2 Mur.

Then it is he; the rest

That are within the note of expectation,
Already are i'the court.

1 Mur.

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His horses go about.

3 Mur. Almost a mile; but he does usually, So all men do, from hence to the palace gate Make it their walk.

Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, a Servant with a torch

lated i. e. belated, benighted.

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the note of expectation,] i. e. they who are set down in

the list of guests, and expected to supper.

1 Mur. Stand to't.

Ban. It will be rain to-night.

1 Mur.

Let it come down.

[Assaults BANQUO.

Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly,

fly;

Thou may'st revenge.—O slave!

Dies. FLEANCE and Servant escape. 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? 1 Mur. 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair.

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Was't not the way?"

1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

A Room of State in the Palace.

A Banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, Lady MACBETH, ROSSE, LENOX, Lords, and Attendants.

Macb. You know your own degrees, sit down: at first

And last, the hearty welcome.

Lords.
Thanks to your majesty.
Macb. Ourself will mingle with society,

Fleance, &c. escape.] Fleance, after the assassination of his father, fled into Wales, where, by the daughter of the prince of that country, he had a son named Walter, who afterwards became Lord High Steward of Scotland, and from thence assumed the name of Walter Steward. From him, in a direct line, King James I. was descended; in compliment to whom our author has chosen to describe Banquo, who was equally concerned with Macbeth in the murder of Duncan, as innocent of that crime.

9 Was't not the way?] i. e. the best means we could take to evade discovery; or, perhaps, to effect our purpose.

And play the humble host.

Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time,
We will require her welcome.

Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our
friends;

For my heart speaks, they are welcome.

Enter first Murderer, to the door.

Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks:

Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst:
Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure
The table round.-There's blood upon thy face.
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he despatch'd?

Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for

him.

Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: Yet he's good,

That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,

Thou art the nonpareil.

Mur.

Fleance is 'scap'd.

Most royal sir,

Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect;

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
As broad, and general, as the casing air:
But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound

in

To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,

1 Our hostess keeps her state; &c.] i. e. continues in her chair of state at the head of the table.

MACRETE

With twenty treated gashes on the bat.
The least a death to nature

Mact.

There the grown serpent les: the wom. trie
Hath nature that time vll team re

No teeth for the presen-Ge te pre.

We'll hear, ourselves agan..
Lady M.

You do not give the thee the f
That is not often roast & valet
'Tis given with varome: Ti

bome:

From thence, the sauce Tomat & TES
Meeting were bare witout L

Mact.

Now, good digestion var i pen

And health on bot

Len.

Mack. Here had we now or R

Were the grate person of our bainu vrem
Who may I rather malenge for manners..

Than pity for

Rouse.

Lays blame upon his promust

Dess

To grace us with your aya company

Mact. The table's ful

Len. Here's a place revers an
Mact. Where?

And play the humble host.

Our hostess keeps her state;' but, in best time,
We will require her welcome.

Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our
friends;

For my heart speaks, they are welcome.

Enter first Murderer, to the door.

Macb. See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks:

Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst:
Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measure
The table round.-There's blood upon thy face.
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.

Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. Is he despatch'd?

Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for

him.

Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats: Yet he's good,

That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,

Thou art the nonpareil.

Mur.

Fleance is 'scap'd.

Most royal sir,

Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect;

Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;

As broad, and general, as the casing air:

But now, I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound

in

To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,

1 Our hostess keeps her state; &c.] i. e. continues in her chair of state at the head of the table.