The same. SCENE III. A Park or Lawn, with a Gate to the Palace. Enter three Murderers. 1 Mur. But who did bid thee join with us? 3 Mur. Mac 2 Mur. He needs not our mistrust; since h livers Our offices, and what we have to do, Then stand with us. To the direction just. 1 Mur. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of da 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 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 tor the note of expectation,] i. e. they who are set down i lated-] i. e. belated, benighted. the list of guests, and expected to supper. ΈΝΕ ΙΙΙ. Lawn, with a Gate e Palace. e Murderers. id thee join with us! Mater ir mistrust; since he ave to do, 1 stand with us. ome streaks of day: apace, ear approaches k! I hear horses. ght there, ho! en it is he; the rest ectation, ses go about. Hoes usually, alace gate 1 Mur. Stand to't. 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? Was't not the way?" 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is 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: And last, the hearty welcome. Thanks to your majesty. ant with a torch Tis he. are set down in • 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. We will require her welcome. Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, t friends; For my heart speaks, they are welcome. Enter first Murderer, to the door. Macb. See, they encounter thee with their thanks: Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst Be large in mirth; anon, we'll drink a measu The table round. There's blood upon thy fa Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then. Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he Is he despatch'd? Mur. My lord, his throat is cut; that I him. Macb. Thou art the best o'the cut-throats he's good, That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it. Thou art the nonpareil. Fleance is 'scap'd. Most royal sir, Macb. Then comes my fit again: I had else perfect; Whole as the marble, founded as the rock; in To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe? Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch bides, 1 Our hostess keeps her state; &c.] i. e. continues in her chai state at the head of the table. There the grow serpent bes, ze vorm. Hath nature that time wi No teeth for the presember te gre 1 3 treached pasiva - κα the feast a soud be The not given cheering, cacune ve cainst must be paid for.. And play the humble host. 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' Both sides are even: Here I'll sit i'the midst: Macb. 'Tis better thee without, than he within. 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, 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; 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. |