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- $Title{Macbeth: Act III, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01400.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- MACBETH
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- ACT III
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- SCENE I: Forres. The palace.
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- {Enter BANQUO.}
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- BANQUO: Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
- As the weird women promised, and, I fear,
- Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said
- It should not stand in thy posterity,
- But that myself should be the root and father
- Of many kings. If there come truth from them--
- As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--
- Why, by the verities on thee made good,
- May they not be my oracles as well,
- And set me up in hope? But hush! no more. 10
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- {Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY
- MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and
- Attendants.}
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- MACBETH: Here's our chief guest.
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- LADY MACBETH: If he had been forgotten,
- It had been as a gap in our great feast,
- And all-thing unbecoming.
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- MACBETH: To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,
- And I'll request your presence.
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- BANQUO: Let your highness
- Command upon me; to the which my duties
- Are with a most indissoluble tie
- For ever knit.
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- MACBETH: Ride you this afternoon?
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- BANQUO: Ay, my good lord. 20
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- MACBETH: We should have else desired your good advice,
- Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,
- In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
- Is't far you ride?
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- BANQUO: As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
- 'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
- I must become a borrower of the night
- For a dark hour or twain.
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- MACBETH: Fail not our feast.
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- BANQUO: My lord, I will not.
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- MACBETH: We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd 30
- In England and in Ireland, not confessing
- Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
- With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,
- When therewithal we shall have cause of state
- Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
- Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?
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- BANQUO: Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.
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- MACBETH: I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;
- And so I do commend you to their backs.
- Farewell. 40
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- [Exit BANQUO.]
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- Let every man be master of his time
- Till seven at night: to make society
- The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself
- Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!
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- [Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant.]
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- Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
- Our pleasure?
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- ATTENDANT: They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
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- MACBETH: Bring them before us.
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- [Exit Attendant.]
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- To be thus is nothing;
- But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo
- Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature 50
- Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much
- he dares;
- And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
- He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor
- To act in safety. There is none but he
- Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
- My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,
- Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters
- When first they put the name of king upon me,
- And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like
- They hail'd him father to a line of kings: 60
- Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
- And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
- Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
- No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,
- For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;
- For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;
- Put rancors in the vessel of my peace
- Only for them; and mine eternal jewel
- Given to the common enemy of man,
- To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings! 70
- Rather than so, come fate into the list.
- And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!
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- {Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers.}
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- Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.
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- [Exit Attendant.]
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- Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
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- First Murderer: It was, so please your highness.
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- MACBETH: Well then, now
- Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know
- That it was he in the times past which held you
- So under fortune, which you thought had been
- Our innocent self: this I made good to you
- In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you, 80
- How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,
- the instruments,
- Who wrought with them, and all things else that might
- To half a soul and to a notion crazed
- Say 'Thus did Banquo.'
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- First Murderer: You made it known to us.
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- MACBETH: I did so, and went further, which is now
- Our point of second meeting. Do you find
- Your patience so predominant in your nature
- That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd
- To pray for this good man and for his issue,
- Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave 90
- And beggar'd yours for ever?
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- First Murderer: We are men, my liege.
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- MACBETH: Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
- As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
- Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept
- All by the name of dogs: the valued file
- Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,
- The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
- According to the gift which bounteous nature
- Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
- Particular addition. from the bill 100
- That writes them all alike: and so of men.
- Now, if you have a station in the file,
- Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;
- And I will put that business in your bosoms,
- Whose execution takes your enemy off,
- Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
- Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
- Which in his death were perfect.
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- Second Murderer: I am one, my liege,
- Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
- Have so incensed that I am reckless what 110
- I do to spite the world.
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- First Murderer: And I another
- So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
- That I would set my lie on any chance,
- To mend it, or be rid on't.
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- MACBETH: Both of you
- Know Banquo was your enemy.
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- Both Murderers: True, my lord.
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- MACBETH: So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,
- That every minute of his being thrusts
- Against my near'st of life: and though I could
- With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
- And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, 120
- For certain friends that are both his and mine,
- Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
- Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,
- That I to your assistance do make love,
- Masking the business from the common eye
- For sundry weighty reasons.
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- Second Murderer: We shall, my lord,
- Perform what you command us.
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- First Murderer: Though our lives--
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- MACBETH: Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour
- at most
- I will advise you where to plant yourselves;
- Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time, 130
- The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,
- And something from the palace; always thought
- That I require a clearness: and with him--
- To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--
- Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
- Whose absence is no less material to me
- Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
- Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
- I'll come to you anon.
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- Both Murderers: We are resolved, my lord.
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- MACBETH: I'll call upon you straight: abide within. 140
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- [Exeunt Murderers.]
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- It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,
- If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.
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- [Exit.]
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