MACBETH We have scorched the snake, not killed it. Shell 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, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave. After lifes fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst; nor steel nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further. Come on, gentle my lord, Sleek oer your rugged looks. Be bright and jovial Among your guests tonight.

LADY MACBETH So shall I, love, And so I pray be you. Let your remembrance Apply to Banquo; present him eminence Both with eye and tongue: unsafe the while that we Must lave our honors in these flattering streams And make our faces vizards to our hearts, Disguising what they are. MACBETH LADY MACBETH You must leave this. MACBETH O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou knowst that Banquo and his Fleance lives. ACT 3. SC. 2 10 15 20 25 30 35 40 FTLN 1157 FTLN 1158 FTLN 1159 FTLN 1160 FTLN 1161 FTLN 1162 FTLN 1163 FTLN 1164 FTLN 1165 FTLN 1166 FTLN 1167 FTLN 1168 FTLN 1169 FTLN 1170 FTLN 1171 FTLN 1172 FTLN 1173 FTLN 1174 FTLN 1175 FTLN 1176 FTLN 1177 FTLN 1178 FTLN 1179 FTLN 1180 FTLN 1181 FTLN 1182 95 Macbeth LADY MACBETH But in them natures copys not eterne.

MACBETH Theres comfort yet; they are assailable. Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecates summons The shard-born beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung nights yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. LADY MACBETH Whats to be done? MACBETH Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed.Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles nights black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvelst at my words, but hold thee still. Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. So prithee go with me. Scene 3 Enter three Murderers. FIRST MURDERER But who did bid thee join with us? THIRD MURDERER Macbeth. SECOND MURDERER

, to the First Murderer He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers Our offices and what we have to do To the direction just. ACT 3. SC. 3 They exit. 45 50 55 60 5 FTLN 1183 FTLN 1184 FTLN 1185 FTLN 1186 FTLN 1187 FTLN 1188 FTLN 1189 FTLN 1190 FTLN 1191 FTLN 1192 FTLN 1193 FTLN 1194 FTLN 1195 FTLN 1196 FTLN 1197 FTLN 1198 FTLN 1199 FTLN 1200 FTLN 1201 FTLN 1202 FTLN 1203 FTLN 1204 FTLN 1205 FTLN 1206 FTLN 1207 FTLN 1208 FTLN 1209 FTLN 1210 97 Macbeth ACT 3. SC. 3 FIRST MURDERER Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day. Now spurs the lated traveler apace To gain the timely inn, and near approaches The subject of our watch. THIRD MURDERER Hark, I hear horses. , within Give us a light there, ho! Then tis he. The rest BANQUO SECOND MURDERER That are within the note of expectation Already are i th court. FIRST MURDERER His horses go about.