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Act III, Scene 4
1The same. Hall in the palace.
2A banquet prepared. Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and Attendants.
3MacbethYou know your own degrees; sit down: at first
And last the hearty welcome.
4LordsThanks to your majesty.
5MacbethOurself will mingle with society,
And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
We will require her welcome.
6Lady MacbethPronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
For my heart speaks they are welcome.
7First Murderer appears at the door.
8MacbethSee, they encounter thee with their hearts’ thanks.
Both sides are even: here I’ll sit i’ the midst:
Be large in mirth; anon we’ll drink a measure
The table round. Approaching the door. There’s blood on thy face.
9First Murderer’Tis Banquo’s then.
10Macbeth’Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatch’d?
11First MurdererMy lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
12MacbethThou art the best o’ the cut-throats: yet he’s good
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil.
13First MurdererMost royal sir,
Fleance is ’scaped.
14MacbethThen 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, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo’s safe?
15First MurdererAy, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.
16MacbethThanks for that:
There the grown serpent lies; the worm that’s fled
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,
No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow
We’ll hear, ourselves, again. Exit Murderer.
17Lady MacbethMy 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.
18MacbethSweet remembrancer!
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
19LennoxMay’t please your highness sit. The Ghost of Banquo enters, and sits in Macbeth’s place.
20MacbethHere had we now our country’s honour roof’d,
Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Than pity for mischance!
21RossHis absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please’t your highness
To grace us with your royal company.
22MacbethThe table’s full.
23LennoxHere is a place reserved, sir.
24MacbethWhere?
25LennoxHere, my good lord. What is’t that moves your highness?
26MacbethWhich of you have done this?
27LordsWhat, my good lord?
28MacbethThou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
29RossGentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
30Lady MacbethSit, 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?
31MacbethAy, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.
32Lady MacbethO 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,
Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all’s done,
You look but on a stool.
33MacbethPrithee, 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. Ghost vanishes.
34Lady MacbethWhat, quite unmann’d in folly?
35MacbethIf I stand here, I saw him.
36Lady MacbethFie, for shame!
37MacbethBlood hath been shed ere now, i’ the olden time,
Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform’d
Too terrible for the ear: the times have 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.
38Lady MacbethMy worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
39MacbethI 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.
I drink to the general joy o’ the 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.
40LordsOur duties, and the pledge.
41Reenter Ghost.
42MacbethAvaunt! 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!
43Lady MacbethThink of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom: ’tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
44MacbethWhat man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm’d rhinoceros, or the 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 mockery, hence! Ghost vanishes.
Why, so: being gone,
I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
45Lady MacbethYou have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admired disorder.
46MacbethCan 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.
47RossWhat sights, my lord?
48Lady MacbethI 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.
49LennoxGood night; and better health
Attend his majesty!
50Lady MacbethA kind good night to all! Exeunt all but Macbeth and Lady Macbeth.
51MacbethIt will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
Augurs and understood relations have
By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
The secret’st man of blood. What is the night?
52Lady MacbethAlmost at odds with morning, which is which.
53MacbethHow say’st thou, that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding?
54Lady MacbethDid you send to him, sir?
55MacbethI 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 to-morrow,
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.
56Lady MacbethYou lack the season of all natures, sleep.
57MacbethCome, we’ll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
We are yet but young in deed. Exeunt.