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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 hearty welcome.
Lords.
Thanks to your majesty.
Macbeth Ourself will mingle with society,
And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
We will require her welcome.
Lady M. Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
For my heart speaks they are welcome. First Murderer appears at the
door.
Macbeth See, 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 meas ure
The table round. Approaching the door.
There's blood upon thy face.
Murderer
'Tis Banquo's then.
Macbeth 'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatch'd?
Murderer My lord, his
throat is cut;
that
I did for him.
Macbeth
Thou 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.
Murderer Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scaped.
Macbeth Then
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?
Murderer Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.
Macbeth
Thanks 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: tomorrow
We'll hear, ourselves, again. Exit
Murderer.
Lady M.
My 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.
Macbeth
Sweet remembrancer!
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
Lennox
May 't please your highness sit.
The Ghost of
Banquo enters, and sits in Macbeth's place.
Macbeth Here 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!
Ross
His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
To grace us with your royal company.
Macbeth The table's full.
Lennox
Here is a place reserved, sir.
Macbeth Where?
Lennox Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your
highness?
Macbeth Which of you have done this?
Lords
What, my good lord?
Macbeth Thou
canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Ross Gentlemen,
rise; his highness is not well.
Lady M. Sit, 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?
Macbeth Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.
Lady M.
O 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.
Macbeth
Prithee, 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.
Lady M.
What, quite unmann'd in folly?
Macbeth If I stand here, I saw him.
Lady M.
Fie, for shame!
Macbeth Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden
time,
Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
Too terrible for the ear: the time has 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.
Lady M.
My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
Macbeth
I 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.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Re-enter Ghost.
Macbeth Avaunt!
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!
Lady M.
Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
Macbeth What 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.
Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good
meeting,
With most admired disorder.
Macbeth
Can 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.
Ross
What sights, my lord?
Lady M. I 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.
Lennox
Good night; and better health
Attend his majesty!
Lady M.
A kind good night to all! Exeunt Lords
Macbeth It 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?
Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
Macbeth How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his
person
At our great bidding?
Lady M.
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
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.
Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Macbeth Come, 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.
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Che
ti scosta, o re mio sposo
Mi torna la
febbre. Sarei stato perfetto, intero come il marmo, saldo come la
roccia, largo e sconfinato come l'aria attorno; ma ora sono in gabbia,
in ceppi, in carcere, incatenato dai dubbi, molestato da paure.
Questo
è il ritratto della tua paura è il coltello che a sentirti ti portò a
Duncan Sangue
se n'è versato prima d'ora, ai tempi antichi, prima che leggi più
umane purgassero e ingentilissero i popoli. Sì, e anche dopo sono stati
commessi delitti troppo tremendi a sentirsi. Ci sono stati dei tempi,
che quando il cervello era fuori, l'uomo moriva, ed era tutto. Ma ora
risuscitano con venti ferite mortali sul capo, e ci scacciano dai nostri
seggi. Questo è più mostruoso che uccidere.
A che punto è
la notte?
Incerto ormai se
ci sia la notte o il mattino.
Sono entrato
così a fondo nel sangue, che se dovessi non seguitare nel guado tornare
sarebbe duro come passarlo.
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