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But shift away: There's warrant in that theft
Without the Castle.
Enter Rosse and an old Man.
Ah, good father,
and certain,) Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turnod wild in nature, broke their stalls, Aung out, Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make War with mankind.
'Tis said, they eat each other.
Rosse. They did so;, to the amazement of mine
eyes, That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Mac
How goes the world, sir, now?
Why, see you not? Rosse, Is't known who did this more than bloody
deed ? Macd. Those that Macbeth hath slain. Rosse.
Alas, the day! What good could they pretend ?" Macd.
They were suborn'd:
'Gainst nature still :
Macd. He is already nam'd; and gone to Scone,
Rosse. Where is Duncan's body?
Macd. Carried to Colmes-kill;
Will you to Scone?
Well, I will thither.
Macd. Well, may you see things well done there;
adieu ! Lest our old robes sit easier than our new! | Rosse. Father, farewell. Old M. God's benison go with
and with those That would make good of bad, and friends of foes !
Fores. A Room in the Palace,
many kings. If there come truth from them, (As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,) Why, by the verities on thee made good, May they, not be my oracles as well, And set me up in hope? But, hush; no more. Senet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as King; Lady
MACBETH, as Queen; LENOX, Rosse, Lords,
If he had been forgotten,
Macb, To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And I'll
request your presence. .
Let your highness
Macb. -Ride you this afternoon?
Ay, my good lord.
vice (Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,) In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow. Is't far
Fail not our feast,
Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd
you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon
Macb. I wish your horses swift; and sure of foot;
Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night;. to make society
[Ereunt Lady MACBETH, Lords, Ladies, &c. Sirrah, a word: Attend those men our pleasure ?
Atten. They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
be thus, is nothing;