Ban. This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed, and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate. Enter LADY MACBETH, SEYTON, and Two LADIES. King. See, see! our honour'd hostess! The love, that follows us, sometime is our trouble, Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you, How you shall bid Heaven yield us for your pains, And thank us for your trouble. Lady. All our service In every point twice done, and then done double, Against those honours deep and broad, wherewith King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him Lady. Your servants ever Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. King. Give me your hand; Conduct me to mine host; we love him highly, [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt. SCENE VII. MACBETH'S Castle at Inverness. Enter MACBETH. Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well: It were done quickly, if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, To prick the sides of my intent, but only And falls on the other-How now! what news? Enter LADY MACBETH. Lady. He has almost supp'd; Why have you left the chamber? Macb. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady. Know you not, he has? Macb. We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn, now in their newest gloss, Lady. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress'd yourself! hath it slept since? Macb. 'Prythee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man, Who dares do more, is none. Lady. What beast was it then, That made you break this enterprise to me? now Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know But screw your courage to the sticking-place, 1 (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Macb. Bring forth men children only! Lady. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Macb. I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.— Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. [Exeunt. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. MACBETH'S Castle at Inverness. The Gallery. Enter BANQUO and FLEANCE, with a Torch. Ban. How goes the night, boy? Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Ban. There's husbandry in Heaven, A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, Enter SEYTON, with a Torch, and MACBETH. Who's there? Mach. A friend. Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The King's abed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices: In measureless content. Macb. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; Ban. All's well. I dream'd last night of the three weird sisters: Macb. I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Macb. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. Ban. So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, I shall be counsel'd. D |