Act 3, Scene 4
A room of state in the palace.
- Banquet prepar’d.
- Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Rosse, Lennox, Lords, and
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- You know your own degrees, sit down. At first
- And last, the hearty welcome.
- Thanks to your Majesty.
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- Ourself will mingle with society,
- And play the humble host.
- Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
- We will require her welcome.
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- Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends,
- For my heart speaks they are welcome.
- Enter First Murderer to the door.
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- See, they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks.
- Both sides are even; here I’ll sit i’ th’ midst.
- Be large in mirth; anon we’ll drink a measure
- The table round.—
- Goes to the door.
- There’s blood upon thy face.
- ’Tis Banquo’s then.
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- ’Tis better thee without than he within.
- Is he dispatch’d?
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- My lord, his throat is cut;
- That I did for him.
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- Thou art the best o’ th’ cut-throats,
- Yet he’s good that did the like for Fleance.
- If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
- Most royal sir, Fleance is scap’d.
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- 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?
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- Ay, my good lord; safe in a ditch he bides,
- With twenty trenched gashes on his head,
- The least a death to nature.
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- Thanks for that:
- There the grown serpent lies; the worm that’s fled
- Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
- No teeth for th’ present. Get thee gone; tomorrow
- We’ll hear ourselves again.
- Exit Murderer.
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- My royal lord,
- 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.
- Enter the Ghost of Banquo and sits in Macbeth’s place.
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- Sweet remembrancer!
- Now good digestion wait on appetite,
- And health on both!
- May’t please your Highness sit.
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- Here had we now our country’s honor roof’d,
- Were the grac’d person of our Banquo present,
- Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
- Than pity for mischance.
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- His absence, sir,
- Lays blame upon his promise. Please’t your Highness
- To grace us with your royal company?
- The table’s full.
- Here is a place reserv’d, sir.
- Here, my good lord. What is’t that moves your Highness?
- Which of you have done this?
- What, my good lord?
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- Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
- Thy gory locks at me.
- Gentlemen, rise, his Highness is not well.
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- Sit, worthy friends; my lord is often thus,
- 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?
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- Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
- Which might appall the devil.
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- O proper stuff!
- 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,
- Authoriz’d by her grandam. Shame itself,
- Why do you make such faces? When all’s done,
- You look but on a stool.
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- Prithee see there!
- Behold! Look! Lo! 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.
- Exit Ghost.
- What? Quite unmann’d in folly?
- If I stand here, I saw him.
- Fie, for shame!
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- Blood hath been shed ere now, i’ th’ olden time,
- Ere humane statute purg’d the gentle weal;
- Ay, and since too, murders have been perform’d
- Too terrible for the ear. The time has 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.
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- My worthy lord,
- Your noble friends do lack you.
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- I do forget.
- 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.
- Enter Ghost.
- I drink to th’ general joy o’ th’ 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.
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- Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
- Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
- Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
- Which thou dost glare with!
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- Think of this, good peers,
- But as a thing of custom. ’Tis no other;
- Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
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- What man dare, I dare.
- Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
- The arm’d rhinoceros, or th’ 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 mock’ry, hence!
- Exit Ghost.
- Why, so; being gone,
- I am a man again. Pray you sit still.
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- You have displac’d the mirth, broke the good meeting,
- With most admir’d disorder.
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- Can such things be,
- 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 blanch’d with fear.
- What sights, my lord?
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- I pray you speak not. He grows worse and worse,
- Question enrages him. At once, good night.
- Stand not upon the order of your going,
- But go at once.
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- Good night, and better health
- Attend his Majesty!
- A kind good night to all!
- Exeunt Lords and Attendants.
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- It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.
- Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
- Augures and understood relations have
- By maggot-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.
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- How say’st thou, that Macduff denies his person
- At our great bidding?
- Did you send to him, sir?
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- I hear it by the way; but I will send.
- There’s not a one of them but in his house
- I keep a servant fee’d. I will tomorrow
- (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.
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- 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.