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Macbeth

Act III, Scene 4

The same. Hall in the palace.
 
[A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants]
 
MACBETH
            ,          ,        ,           ,
      You know | your own | degrees,| sit down:
           ,           ,          ,      ,        ->
      At first | and last,| the hear|ty wel||come.
 
LORDS
         ,              ,     ,   oo
      Thanks | to your ma|jesty.|     (three lines tetrameter)
 
MACBETH
           ,          ,        ,       ,   ,
      Ourself | will min|gle with | soci|ety,
            ,         ,        ,
5     And play | the hum|ble host:   (match next two lines)
           ,         ,           ,                ,    ,
      Our hos|tess keeps | her state,| but in / best time
       ,     2     ,          ,
      We will re|quire her | welcome.  (match prev two lines)
 
LADY MACBETH
            ,         ,        ,        ,           ,
      Pronounce | it for | me sir,| to all | our friends;
       ,         T      T      T         ,        o
      For my | heart speaks, they | are wel|come.
 
[First Murderer appears at the door]
 
MACBETH
       ,             ,        ,                    ,       ,
10    See they | encoun|ter thee | with their / hearts' thanks.
             ,         ,        ,          ,      2      ,
      Both^sides | are e|ven: here | I'll sit | in the midst:
           ,          ,       ,            ,        ,      2->
      Be large | in mirth,| anon | we'll drink | a mea|sure
           ,       ,               ,       ,          ,
      The ta|ble round.| There's blood | upon | thy face.
 
FIRST MURDERER
            ,          ,
      'Tis Ban|quo's then.  (match next two lines)
 
MACBETH
            ,        ,         ,          ,       ,
15    'Tis bet|ter thee | without | than he | within.
       ,            ,
      Is he | dispatched?   (match prev two lines)
 
FIRST MURDERER
           ,           ,         ,      T  T  T          ,  ->
      My lord | his throat | is cut,| that I did || for him.
 
MACBETH
        ,              ,              ,     ,
      Thou art | the best | of the / cut-throats:
       ,           ,          ,          ,         ,
      Yet he's | good that | did the | like for | Fleance:
       ,          ,          ,             ,      ,
20    If thou | didst it,| thou art | the non|pareil.
 
FIRST MURDERER
            ,      ,
      Most^ro|yal sir
       ,               ,
      Fleance | is 'scaped.   (dimeter with prev)
 
MACBETH
             ,         ,       ,
      Then comes | my fit | again:
      ,         ,          ,
      I had | else been | perfect;  (tri with prev)
        ,             ,         ,       ,         ,
25    Whole as | the mar|ble, foun|ded as | the rock,
           ,          ,    2    ,        ,       ,
      As broad,| and gen|eral, as | the ca|sing air:
           ,     2    ,           ,           ,       ,
      But now | I am ca|bined, cribbed,| confined,| bound in
          ,        ,           ,          ,          ,
      To sau|cy doubts | and fears.| But Ban|quo's safe?
 
FIRST MURDERER
       ,                ,      ,           ,          ,
      Aye, my | good* lord:| safe in | a ditch | he bides,
             ,       ,         ,      ,         ,
30    With twen|ty tren|ched gash|es on | his head;
            ,         ,         ,
      The least | a death | to na|ture.
 
MACBETH
                                           ,           ,
                                        Thanks | for that:
        T    .    T    T         ,          ,             ,
      There the grown ser|pent lies;| the worm | that's fled
            ,        ,         ,          ,       ,
      Hath na|ture that | in time | will ve|nom breed,
           ,        2     ,         ,           ,       ,      2->
35    No teeth | for the pre|sent. Get | thee gone,| tomor||row
              ,          ,        ,
      We'll hear | ourselves | again.
 
[Exit Murderer]
 
LADY MACBETH
                                         ,       ,
                                     My roy|al lord,
           ,         ,           ,          ,          ,
      You do | not give | the cheer:| the feast | is sold
          2    ,     ,         ,              ,      ,
      That is not | often | vouched, while |'tis a-|making:
             x           ,        o
40    'Tis given,| with wel|come:
           ,           ,         ,
      To feed | were best | at home:  (tri with prev)
              ,           ,          ,        ,    ,     ->
      From thence,| the sauce | to meat | is ce|remo||ny,
       ,      2       ,           x
      Mee|ting were bare | without it.
 
MACBETH
        ,        ,       ,
      Sweet | remem|brancer:     (tri with prev)
            ,       ,         ,        ,     ,
      Now good | diges|tion wait | on ap|petite,
             ,          ,
45    And health | on both.
 
LENNOX
                               2      ,            ,        ,
                            May it please | your high|ness sit.
 
[The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place]
 
MACBETH
        ,            ,          ,         ,         ,
      Here had | we now | our coun|try's hon|or, roofed,
          2       ,      ,        ,        ,        ,
      Were the graced | person | of our | Banquo | present:
       ,      2     ,         ,          ,       ,
      Who, may I | rather | challenge | for un|kindness,
            ,     ,         ,
50    Than pi|ty for | mischance.
 
ROSS
                                       ,         ,
                                  His ab|sence (sir)
             ,       ,         ,           ,       2       ,       2->
      Lays blame | upon | his pro|mise. Please | it your high||ness
           ,          ,          ,      ,     ,
      To grace | us with | your roy|al com|pany.
 
MACBETH
           ,         ,
      The ta|ble's full.
 
LENNOX
                          ,           ,          ,          ->
55                      Here is | a place | reserved || sir.
 
MACBETH
        ,
      Where?
 
LENNOX
               ,         T    T     T      x
             Here my | good lord. What | is it that
        ,            ,
      Moves your | highness?
 
MACBETH
                               ,         ,           ,
                             Which of | you have | done this?
 
LORDS
        ,               ,
      What, my | good lord?  (pickup)
 
MACBETH
             ,          ,       ,         ,       ,
60    Thou canst | not say | I did | it: ne|ver shake
           ,      ,         ,
      Thy go|ry locks | at me.  (picked up)
 
ROSS
       ,           ,          ,             ,    ,
      Gentle|men rise,| his high|ness is / not well.
 
LADY MACBETH
       ,              ,           ,        ,       ,
      Sit wor*|thy friends:| my lord | is of|ten thus,
            ,           ,          ,       T   .    T    T
      And hath | been from | his youth.| Pray you keep seat,
           ,        ,     x       ,         ,
65    The fit | is mo|mentary,| upon | a thought
           ,       ,         ,         ,          ,         ->
      He will | again | be well:| if much | you note || him,
       ,         2    ,         ,        ,         ,        ->
      You | shall offend | him and | extend | his pas||sion:
        ,       2    ,         ,     ,           ,
      Feed,| and regard | him not.| Are you | a man?
 
MACBETH
       ,             ,                  ,    ,         ,
      Aye, and | a bold | one, that / dare look | on that
              ,        ,          x
70    Which might | appal | the devil.
 
LADY MACBETH
                                         ,        ,
                                      O pro|per stuff:
        ,            ,      ,        ,          ,
      This is | the ve|ry pain|ting of | your fear:
        ,    2       T    T    T        ,           ,
      This is the | air-drawn dag|ger which | you said
       ,            ,       ,           ,            ,
      Led you | to Dun|can. O,| these flaws | and starts
          ,              ,    ,            ,        ,
75    (Impos|tors to / true fear)| would well | become
         ,        ,       ,      ,          ,
      A wo|man's sto|ry, at | a win|ter's fire
       ,      ,              ,         ,         ,
      Autho|rized by | her gran|dam: shame | itself,
       ,             ,          ,               ,     ,
      Why do | you make | such fa|ces? When / all's done,
            ,         ,       ,
      You look | but on | a stool.
 
MACBETH
                                    ,              ,
80                                 Prithee,| see there:
          ,     __    __    T   T   T
      Behold,| look,| lo,| how say you:
            ,         ,    ,     2         T     T    T
      Why what | care I,| if thou canst | nod, speak too.
           ,       ,        ,           ,            ,
      If char|nel hou|ses, and | our graves | must send
        ,              ,       ,         ,      ,
      Those that | we bu|ry, back;| our mon|uments
             ,         ,         ,
85    Shall be | the maws | of kites.  (pickup)
 
[GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes]
 
LADY MACBETH
       __      ,         ,         ,
      What?| Quite un|manned in | folly.
 
MACBETH
       ,       T     T   T    ,
      If I | stand here, I | saw him.  (tetra with prev)
 
LADY MACBETH
       ,         ___
      Fie for | shame.  (picked up)
 
MACBETH
        ,                 ,         ,      2     ,       ,
      Blood hath | been shed | ere now,| in the ol|den time,
           ,      ,          ,          ,        ,
90    Ere hu|man sta|tute purged | the gen|tle weal:
       ,           T    T    T      2       ,          ,
      Aye, and | since too, mur|ders have been | performed
           ,    2    ,         ,          ,            ,
      Too ter|rible 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,
             ,      ,       ,        ,            ,
95    With twen|ty mor|tal mur|ders on | their crowns,
            ,         ,           ,       ,               ,
      And push | us from | our stools.| This is | more strange
             ,       ,       ,
      Than such | a mur|der is.
 
LADY MACBETH
                                    ,        ,
                                My wor|thy lord,
            ,        ,           ,        2
      Your no|ble friends | do lack | you.
 
MACBETH
                                               ,       ,
100                                         I do | forget.
       ,         ,                  ,   ,         ,
      Do not | muse at | me, my / most wor|thy friends,
          ,         ,         ,     ,        2    ,       2->
      I have | a strange | infir|mity,| which is no||thing
           ,            ,          ,        2       ,         ,
      To those | that know | me. Come,| love and health | to all,
             ,          ,      ,    2         T     T    T
      Then I'll | sit down.| Give me some | wine; fill full.
          ,       2     ,    2   ,      2      ,      ,
105   I drink | to the gen|eral joy | of the whole | table,
       ,    2        T     T    T         ,         ,
      And to our | dear friend Ban|quo, whom | we miss:
        ,               ,        ,         ,          ,
      Would he | were here:| to all,| and him | we thirst,
           ,        ,
      And all | to all.
 
LORDS
                            ,        ,           ,
                       Our du|ties, and | the pledge.
 
[Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO]
 
MACBETH
          ,          ,         ,        2      ,       ,
110   Avaunt,| and quit | my sight,| let the earth | hide thee:
            ,          ,       ,          ,          ,
      Thy bones | are mar|rowless,| thy blood | is cold:
             ,         ,    ,       ,           ,
      Thou hast | no spec|ula|tion in | those eyes
              ,           ,
      Which thou | dost glare | with.
 
LADY MACBETH
                                        ,     2              ,
                                      Think of this | good peers
       ,    2      ,         ,         ,       ,
115   But as a | thing of | custom:| 'tis no | other,
       ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      Only | it spoils | the plea|sure of | the time.
 
MACBETH
       __    ___    __    _    __
      What | man | dare,| I | dare:
           ,       ,              ,       ,         ,
      Approach | thou like | the rug|ged Rus|sian bear,
            ,         ,    ,      2     ,        x
      The armed | rhino|ceros,| or the Hyr|can tiger;
           ,      ,           ,               ,     ,
120   Take a|ny shape | but that,| and my / firm nerves
             ,       ,        ,     2   ,       ,
      Shall ne|ver trem|ble. Or | be alive | again,
            ,        ,        ,        ,          ,
      And dare | me to | the de|sert with | thy sword:
           ,        ,      ,       ,         ,       2->
      If trem|bling I | inha|bit then,| protest || me
           ,   3  3    ,      ,    ,           ,
      The ba|by of a girl.| Hence hor/rible | shadow,
       T  T    T   2    ,           ,     2     ,
125   Unreal mock|ery hence.|  Why so,| being gone
      ,         ,       ,      ,              ,
      I am | a man | again:| Pray you | sit still.
 
LADY MACBETH
       ,      2       ,           T      T    .    T     ,
      You have dis|placed the | mirth, broke the good | meeting,
             ,        ,         ,     2
      With most | admired | disor|der.
 
MACBETH
                                             ,            ,
                                       Can such | things be,
          ,      ,         ,       ,          ,
130   And o|vercome | us like | a sum|mer's cloud,
           ,         ,        ,       o         ,           ,   ->
      Without | our spe|cial won|der?   | You make || me strange
      ,        2     ,     ,     3    3   ,
      Even | to the dis|posi|tion that I owe,
            ,        ,          ,        ,            ,
      When now | I think | you can | behold | such sights,
            ,         ,   2    ,     ,           ,
      And keep | the na|tural ru|by of | your cheeks,
             ,           ,             ,
135   When mine | is blanched | with fear.
 
ROSS
                                                   ,          ,
                                           What sights,| my lord?
 
LADY MACBETH
          ,            ,     ,          T     T    .    T
      I pray | you, speak | not; he | grows worse and worse;
        ,           ,      ,         ,           ,
      Question | enra|ges him.| At once,| good night.
        ,      2   ,       ,      ,          ,
      Stand not u|pon the or|der of | your going,
           ,        ,
140   But go | at once.
 
LENNOX
                               ,          ,         ,
                        Good night;| and bet|ter health
          ,         ,   3   3
      Attend | his ma|jesty.
 
LADY MACBETH
                                  ,           ,         ,
                              A kind | good night | to all.
 
[Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH]
 
MACBETH
       ,               ,           ,      ,                 ,
      It will | have blood | they say:| blood will | have blood:
         ,                 ,          ,          ,          ,
145   Stones have | been known | to move | and trees | to speak;
       ,            ,      ,        ,          ,
      Augurs,| and un|derstood | rela|tions, have
          ,        ,           ,       .    T      T      T
      By mag|got-pies,| and choughs,| and rooks brought forth
           ,         ,         ,       ,             ,
      The se|cretst man | of blood.| What is | the night?
 
LADY MACBETH
       ,            ,          ,          ,          ,
      Almost | at odds | with mor|ning, which | is which.
 
MACBETH
            ,       ,      2      ,       ,         ,
150   How sayst | thou that Mac|duff de|nies his | person
        2      ,      ,
      At our great | bidding?
 
LADY MACBETH
                              ,          ,            ,
                             Did you | send to | him sir?
 
MACBETH
          ,        ,        ,        ,          ,
      I hear | it by | the way:| but I | will send:
               ,       ,         ,         ,         ,
      There's^not | a one | of them | but in | his house
          ,       ,         ,         ,       ,      ->
155   I keep | a ser|vant fee'd.| I will | tomor||row
        ,        ,         ,      2      ,      ,
      (And | betimes | I will)| to the weird | sisters:
        ,                 ,          ,     2     ,         ,
      More shall | they speak:| for now | I am bent | to know
        2      ,       ,            ,            T   T    T
      By the worst | means, the | worst, for | mine own good,
           ,        ,           ,       ,        ,
      All cau|ses shall | give^way.| I am | in blood
         T     .  T  T            ,         ,         ,
160   Stepped in so far,| that should | I wade | no more,
         ,         ,        ,   2         ,  ,
      Retur|ning were | as te|dious as / go ore:
         T       T   .   T         ,           ,         ,
      Strange things I have | in head,| that will | to hand,
              ,        ,       ,          ,          ,
      Which must | be ac|ted, ere | they may | be scanned.
 
LADY MACBETH
            ,         ,            ,   ,          ,
      You lack | the sea|son of / all na|tures, sleep.
 
MACBETH
        ,                ,           ,            ,      ,
165   Come, we'll | to sleep:| my strange | and self-|abuse
       ,    2   ,  2       ,            T     T   T
      Is the i|nitiate | fear, that | wants hard use:
          ,     ,          ,       __    oo
      We are | yet but | young in|deed.|
 
[Exeunt]

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