Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, That writes them all alike: and so of men. Which in his death were perfect. 2 Mur. I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what I do, to spite the world. 1 Mur. And I another, So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on't. Мас. Both of you Know, Banquo was your enemy. 2 Mur. True, my lord. Mac. 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 bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Whom 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. 2 Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1 Mur. Though our lives-Mac. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour, at most, I will advise you where to plant yourselves. I'll come to you anon. Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord. Mač. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. It is concluded:- Banquo, thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exeunt. SCENE II. THE SAME. ANOTHER ROOм. Enter Lady Macbeth, and a Servant. Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court? Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, That writes them all alike: and so of men. Which in his death were perfect. 2 Mur. I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what I do, to spite the world. 1 Mur. And I another, So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on't. Мас. Both of you Know, Banquo was your enemy. 2 Mur. True, my lord. Mac. 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 bare-fac'd power sweep him from my sight, And bid my will avouch it; yet I must not, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Whom I myself struck down: and thence it is, That I to your assistance do make love; For sundry weighty reasons. 2 Mur. We shall, my lord, Perform what you command us. 1 Mur. Though our lives-Mac. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour, at most, I will advise you where to plant yourselves. I'll come to you anon. Mur. We are resolv'd, my lord. Mač. I'll call upon you straight; abide within. It is concluded:--Banquo, thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night. [Exeunt. SCENE II. THE SAME. ANOTHER ROOм. Enter Lady Macbeth, and a Servant. Lady M. Is Banquo gone from court? Lady M. Say to the king, I would attend his Where our desire is got without content: 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy: Enter Macbeth. How now, my lord? why do you keep alone, died With them they think on? Things without remedy, Should be without regard: what's done, is done. Mac. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; She'll close, and be herself; whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let The frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly: Better be with the dead, Lady M. Come on; |