Up, up, and see

The great doom’s image. Malcolm! Banquo!77

As from your graves rise up and walk like sprites78

79 To countenance this horror.
              Bell rings. Enter Lady [Macbeth].

LADY MACBETH                     What’s the business,

80 That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley

The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!

MACDUFF                           O gentle lady,

’Tis not for you to hear what I can speak:

The repetition in a woman’s ear

Would murder as it fell.

Enter Banquo. O Banquo, Banquo,

Our royal master’s murdered!

LADY MACBETH           Woe, alas–

What, in our house?

BANQUO                     Too cruel anywhere.

Dear Duff, I prithee contradict thyself

And say it is not so.
             Enter Macbeth, Lennox, and Ross.

MACBETH

Had I but died an hour before this chance,

90 I had lived a blessèd time; for from this instant

91 There’s nothing serious in mortality:

92 All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead,

93 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees

94 Is left this vault to brag of.

Enter Malcolm and Donalbain.

DONALBAIN

What is amiss?

MACBETH You are, and do not know’t.

The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood

Is stopped, the very source of it is stopped.

MACDUFF

Your royal father’s murdered.

MALCOLM                     O, by whom?

LENNOX

Those of his chamber, as it seemed, had done’t.

Their hands and faces were all badged with blood;100

So were their daggers, which unwiped we found

Upon their pillows. They stared and were distracted.

No man’s life was to be trusted with them.

MACBETH

O, yet I do repent me of my fury

That I did kill them.

MACDUFF                     Wherefore did you so?

MACBETH

Who can be wise, amazed, temp’rate and furious,

Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.107

The expedition of my violent love108

Outrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,

His silver skin laced with his golden blood;110

And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in nature

For ruin’s wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,

Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggers

Unmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain114

That had a heart to love, and in that heart

Courage to make’s love known?

LADY MACBETH Help me hence, ho!

MACDUFF

Look to the lady.117

MALCOLM                     [Aside to Donalbain]

Why do we hold our tongues,

That most may claim this argument for ours?118

DONALBAIN       [To Malcolm]

What should be spoken here,

Where our fate, hid in an auger hole,120

May rush and seize us? Let’s away:

Our tears are not yet brewed.

MALCOLM       [To Donalbain] Nor our strong sorrow

123 Upon the foot of motion.

BANQUO       Look to the lady.

[Lady Macbeth is assisted out.]

124 And when we have our naked frailties hid,

That suffer in exposure, let us meet

126 And question this most bloody piece of work,

127 To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us.

In the great hand of God I stand, and thence

129 Against the undivulged pretense I fight

130 Of treasonous malice.

MACDUFF And so do I.

ALL So all.

MACBETH

Let’s briefly put on manly readiness

And meet i’ th’ hall together.

ALL Well contented.

Exeunt [all but Malcolm and Donalbain].

MALCOLM

What will you do? Let’s not consort with them.

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office

Which the false man does easy. I’ll to England.

DONALBAIN

To Ireland I. Our separated fortune

Shall keep us both the safer. Where we are

138 There’s daggers in men’s smiles; the near in blood,

The nearer bloody.

MALCOLM This murderous shaft that’s shot

140 Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way

Is to avoid the aim. Therefore to horse,

142 And let us not be dainty of leave-taking

But shift away. There’s warrant in that theft143

Which steals itself when there’s no mercy left.

Exeunt.

 

II.4Enter Ross with an Old Man.

OLD MAN

Threescore and ten I can remember well;1

Within the volume of which time I have seen

Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night

Hath trifled former knowings.4

ROSS                       Ha, good father,

Thou seest the heavens, as troubled with man’s act,5

Threatens his bloody stage. By th’ clock ’tis day,

And yet dark night strangles the traveling lamp.7

Is’t night’s predominance, or the day’s shame,8

That darkness does the face of earth entomb

When living light should kiss it?10

OLD MAN                     ’Tis unnatural,

Even like the deed that’s done. On Tuesday last

A falcon, tow’ring in her pride of place,12

Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed.13

ROSS

And Duncan’s horses–a thing most strange and certain–

Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,15

Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,16

Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would make

War with mankind.

OLD MAN               ’Tis said they ate each other.

ROSS

They did so, to th’ amazement of mine eyes

20 That looked upon’t.
       Enter Macduff.   Here comes the good Macduff.

How goes the world, sir, now?

MACDUFF                     Why, see you not?

ROSS

Is’t known who did this more than bloody deed?

MACDUFF

Those that Macbeth hath slain.

ROSS                     Alas the day,

24 What good could they pretend?

MACDUFF

They were suborned.

Malcolm and Donalbain, the king’s two sons,

Are stol’n away and fled, which puts upon them

Suspicion of the deed.

ROSS                     ’Gainst nature still.

28 Thriftless ambition, that will ravin up

29 Thine own life’s means! Then ’tis most like

30 The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

MACDUFF

31 He is already named, and gone to Scone

32 To be invested.

ROSS                   Where is Duncan’s body?

MACDUFF

33 Carried to Colmekill,

The sacred storehouse of his predecessors

And guardian of their bones.

ROSS                     Will you to Scone?

MACDUFF

No, cousin, I’ll to Fife.

ROSS                     Well, I will thither.

MACDUFF

Well, may you see things well done there. Adieu,

Lest our old robes sit easier than our new.

ROSS

Farewell, father.

OLD MAN

God’s benison go with you, and with those40

That would make good of bad, and friends of foes.

Exeunt omnes.

 

III.1Enter Banquo.

BANQUO

Thou hast it now–king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

As the weïrd women promised; and I fear

Thou play’dst most foully for’t. Yet it was said

It should not stand in thy posterity,4

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–7

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
           Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady
          [Macbeth as Queen], Lennox, Ross, Lords, and Attendants.

MACBETH

Here’s our chief guest.

LADY MACBETH                 If he had been forgotten,

It had been as a gap in our great feast,

And allthing unbecoming.13

MACBETH

14 Tonight we hold a solemn supper, sir,

And I’ll request your presence.

BANQUO                     Let your highness

Command upon me, to the which my duties

Are with a most indissoluble tie

Forever knit.

MACBETH         Ride you this afternoon?

BANQUO

Ay, my good lord.

MACBETH

20 We should have else desired your good advice,

21 Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,

In this day’s council; but we’ll take tomorrow.

Is’t far you ride?

BANQUO

As far, my lord, as will fill up the time

25 ’Twixt this and supper. Go not my horse the better,

26 I must become a borrower of the night

For a dark hour or twain.

MACBETH                     Fail not our feast.

BANQUO

My lord, I will not.

MACBETH

We hear our bloody cousins are bestowed

30 In England and in Ireland, not confessing

Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers

32 With strange invention. But of that tomorrow,

33 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?

BANQUO

Ay, my good lord. Our time does call upon’s.

MACBETH

I wish your horses swift and sure of foot,

And so I do commend you to their backs.

Farewell.

Exit Banquo.

Let every man be master of his time40

Till seven at night. To make society

The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself

Till suppertime alone. While then, God be with you.43

Exeunt Lords [and others]. [To Servant]

Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men44

Our pleasure?

SERVANT

They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

MACBETH

Bring them before us.

Exit Servant.

To be thus is nothing, but to be safely thus.48

Our fears in Banquo stick deep,49

And in his royalty of nature reigns that50

Which would be feared.