4. SCENE IV. The same. A Room of state in the Palace. A banquet
[Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Ross, Lennox, Lords, and
You know your own degrees: sit down. At first
And last the hearty welcome.
Thanks to your majesty.
Ourself will mingle with society,
And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state; but, in best time,
We will require her welcome.
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
For my heart speaks they are welcome.
See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.--
Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:
[Enter first Murderer to the door.]
Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.--There's blood upon thy face.
'Tis Banquo's then.
'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he despatch'd?
My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
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.
Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scap'd.
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, confin'd, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.
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; to-morrow
We'll hear, ourselves, again.