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And something from the palace; always thought,
We are resolv'd, my lord.
Enter Lady MACBETH and a Servant. Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court? Serv. Ay, madam, but returns again to-night. Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his
leisure For a few words. Serv. Madam, I will.
Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy.
yourselves" with the exact time most favourable to your purposes ; for such a moment must be spied out by you, be selected by your own attention and scrupulous observation.--You is ungrammatically employed, instead of yourselves.
always thought, That I require a clearness:] i. e. you must manage matters so, that throughout the whole transaction Í may stand clear of suspicion.
How now, my lord? why do you keep alone,
Macb. We have scotch'd' the snake, not kill'd it;
Lady M. Come on;
sorriest fancies] i. e. worthless, ignoble, vile.
scotchd-] i.e. cut slightly.
You must leave this. Macb. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know'st, that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne.*
Macb. There's comfort yet; they are assailable; Then be thou jocund: Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere, to black Hecate's sum- .
mons, The shard-borne beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
What's to be done? Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest
chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Skarf up the tender
of pitiful day; And, with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bonding Which keeps me pale!—Light thickens; and the
crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their prey do rouse. Thou marvellist at my words: but hold thee still; Things, bad begun, make strong themselves by ill: So, pr’ythee, go with me.
nature's copy's not eterne.) The copy, the lease, by which they hold their lives from nature, has its time of termination limited.
JOHNSON. 5 The shard-borne beetle,] The shard-borne beetle is the beetle borne along the air by its shards or scaly wings.
6 Come, seeling night,] Seeling, i. e. blinding. It is a term in falconry.
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!
a 2 Mur.
Then it is he; the rest That are within the note of expectation, Already are i'the court. 1 Mur.
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
preceding them. 2 Mur.
A light, a light! 3 Mur.
1-lated) i. e. belated, benighted.
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.
Let it come down.
[Assaults BANQUO. Ban. O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly,
fly; Thou may'st revenge.-- slave!
Dies. FLEANCE and Servant escape. 3 Mur. Who did strike out the light? 1 Mur.
Was't not the way?" 3 Mur. There's but one down; the son is fled. 2 Mur. We have lost best half of our affair. 1 Mur. Well, let's away, and say how much is done.
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, fc. 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 IV as't not the way?] i. e. the best means we could take to evade discovery; or, perhaps, to effect our purpose.