Act 3, Scene 4
The same. A Room of state in the Palace. A banquet
- [Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants.]
- Macbeth
- 1163 You know your own degrees: sit down. At first
- 1164 And last the hearty welcome.
- Lords
- 1165 Thanks to your majesty.
- Macbeth
- 1166 Ourself will mingle with society,
- 1167 And play the humble host.
- 1168 Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time,
- 1169 We will require her welcome.
- Lady Macbeth
- 1170 Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
- 1171 For my heart speaks they are welcome.
- Macbeth
- 1172 See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.—
- 1173 Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:
- [Enter first Murderer to the door.]
- Macbeth
- 1174 Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
- 1175 The table round.—There's blood upon thy face.
- Murderer
- 1176 'Tis Banquo's then.
- Macbeth
- 1177 'Tis better thee without than he within.
- 1178 Is he despatch'd?
- Murderer
- 1179 My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
- Macbeth
- 1180 Thou art the best o' the cut-throats; yet he's good
- 1181 That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
- 1182 Thou art the nonpareil.
- Murderer
- 1183 Most royal sir,
- 1184 Fleance is 'scap'd.
- Macbeth
- 1185 Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect;
- 1186 Whole as the marble, founded as the rock;
- 1187 As broad and general as the casing air:
- 1188 But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confin'd, bound in
- 1189 To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
- Murderer
- 1190 Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
- 1191 With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
- 1192 The least a death to nature.
- Macbeth
- 1193 Thanks for that:
- 1194 There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled
- 1195 Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
- 1196 No teeth for the present.—Get thee gone; to-morrow
- 1197 We'll hear, ourselves, again.
- [Exit Murderer.]
- Lady Macbeth
- 1198 My royal lord,
- 1199 You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
- 1200 That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,
- 1201 'Tis given with welcome; to feed were best at home;
- 1202 From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
- 1203 Meeting were bare without it.
- Macbeth
- 1204 Sweet remembrancer!—
- 1205 Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
- 1206 And health on both!
- Lennox
- 1207 May't please your highness sit.
- [The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in Macbeth's place.]
- Macbeth
- 1208 Here had we now our country's honor roof'd,
- 1209 Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present;
- 1210 Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
- 1211 Than pity for mischance!
- Ross
- 1212 His absence, sir,
- 1213 Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
- 1214 To grace us with your royal company?
- Macbeth
- 1215 The table's full.
- Lennox
- 1216 Here is a place reserv'd, sir.
- Macbeth
- 1217 Where?
- Lennox
- 1218 Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?
- Macbeth
- 1219 Which of you have done this?
- Lords
- 1220 What, my good lord?
- Macbeth
- 1221 Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
- 1222 Thy gory locks at me.
- Ross
- 1223 Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.
- Lady Macbeth
- 1224 Sit, worthy friends:—my lord is often thus,
- 1225 And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;
- 1226 The fit is momentary; upon a thought
- 1227 He will again be well: if much you note him,
- 1228 You shall offend him, and extend his passion:
- 1229 Feed, and regard him not.—Are you a man?
- Macbeth
- 1230 Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
- 1231 Which might appal the devil.
- Lady Macbeth
- 1232 O proper stuff!
- 1233 This is the very painting of your fear:
- 1234 This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
- 1235 Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts,—
- 1236 Impostors to true fear,—would well become
- 1237 A woman's story at a winter's fire,
- 1238 Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself!
- 1239 Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
- 1240 You look but on a stool.
- Macbeth
- 1241 Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?—
- 1242 Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.—
- 1243 If charnel houses and our graves must send
- 1244 Those that we bury back, our monuments
- 1245 Shall be the maws of kites.
- [Ghost disappears.]
- Lady Macbeth
- 1246 What, quite unmann'd in folly?
- Macbeth
- 1247 If I stand here, I saw him.
- Lady Macbeth
- 1248 Fie, for shame!
- Macbeth
- 1249 Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
- 1250 Ere humane statute purg'd the gentle weal;
- 1251 Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
- 1252 Too terrible for the ear: the time has been,
- 1253 That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
- 1254 And there an end; but now they rise again,
- 1255 With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
- 1256 And push us from our stools: this is more strange
- 1257 Than such a murder is.
- Lady Macbeth
- 1258 My worthy lord,
- 1259 Your noble friends do lack you.
- Macbeth
- 1260 I do forget:—
- 1261 Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends;
- 1262 I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
- 1263 To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
- 1264 Then I'll sit down.—Give me some wine, fill full.—
- 1265 I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,
- 1266 And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss:
- 1267 Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
- 1268 And all to all.
- Lords
- 1269 Our duties, and the pledge.
- [Ghost rises again.]
- Macbeth
- 1270 Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
- 1271 Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
- 1272 Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
- 1273 Which thou dost glare with!
- Lady Macbeth
- 1274 Think of this, good peers,
- 1275 But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other,
- 1276 Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
- Macbeth
- 1277 What man dare, I dare:
- 1278 Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
- 1279 The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
- 1280 Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
- 1281 Shall never tremble: or be alive again,
- 1282 And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
- 1283 If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
- 1284 The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
- 1285 Unreal mockery, hence!
- [Ghost disappears.]
- Macbeth
- 1286 Why, so;—being gone,
- 1287 I am a man again.—Pray you, sit still.
- Lady Macbeth
- 1288 You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
- 1289 With most admir'd disorder.
- Macbeth
- 1290 Can such things be,
- 1291 And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
- 1292 Without our special wonder? You make me strange
- 1293 Even to the disposition that I owe,
- 1294 When now I think you can behold such sights,
- 1295 And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
- 1296 When mine are blanch'd with fear.
- Ross
- 1297 What sights, my lord?
- Lady Macbeth
- 1298 I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
- 1299 Question enrages him: at once, good-night:—
- 1300 Stand not upon the order of your going,
- 1301 But go at once.
- Lennox
- 1302 Good-night; and better health
- 1303 Attend his majesty!
- Lady Macbeth
- 1304 A kind good-night to all!
- [Exeunt all Lords and Atendants.]
- Macbeth
- 1305 It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:
- 1306 Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak;
- 1307 Augurs, and understood relations, have
- 1308 By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth
- 1309 The secret'st man of blood.—What is the night?
- Lady Macbeth
- 1310 Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
- Macbeth
- 1311 How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
- 1312 At our great bidding?
- Lady Macbeth
- 1313 Did you send to him, sir?
- Macbeth
- 1314 I hear it by the way; but I will send:
- 1315 There's not a one of them but in his house
- 1316 I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
- 1317 (And betimes I will) to the weird sisters:
- 1318 More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
- 1319 By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
- 1320 All causes shall give way: I am in blood
- 1321 Step't in so far that, should I wade no more,
- 1322 Returning were as tedious as go o'er:
- 1323 Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
- 1324 Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
- Lady Macbeth
- 1325 You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
- Macbeth
- 1326 Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
- 1327 Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:—
- 1328 We are yet but young in deed.
- [Exeunt.]