Macbeth Edit-Allison Silverman Andrew Gretkierewicz Megan Demarois Alicia Wixson Andrew and Allison William Shakespeare

Allison Silverman
Andrew Gretkierewicz
Megan Demarois
Alicia Wixson
Andrew and Allison
Act III, Scene 4
The same. Hall in the palace.


[A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH,]
Macbeth. You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
And last the hearty welcome.
LBe large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.
[Approaching the door]
There's blood on thy face.
‘Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatch'd?
First Murderer. My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him. Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scaped.
Macbeth. But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears.
First Murderer. The least a death to nature.
Macbeth: Get thee gone tomorrow. We’ll hear ourselves again.
[Exit Murderer]
LEnter the Ghost of Banquo and sits in MacBeth’s Place
Macbeth. Sweet remembrancer!
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
LLady Macbeth. Please't your highness
To grace us with your royal company.
Macbeth. The table's full.
LLady Macbeth. Here is a place reserved, my liege.
Macbeth. Where? Which of you have done this?
Macbeth (to the Ghost). Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Lady Macbeth. 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 Macbeth. 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 (to ghost) 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 OF BANQUO vanishes]
Lady Macbeth. What, quite unmann'd in folly?
Macbeth. If I stand here, I saw him.
Lady Macbeth. Fie, for shame!
Macbeth. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
Too terrible 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,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: this is more strange
Than such a murder is.
Lady Macbeth. 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.
[Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO]
Macbeth (to ghost) 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 Macbeth. 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!