ACT III.
1. SCENE I. Forres. A Room in the Palace.
 
[Enter Banquo.] 
 
BANQUO.
 
Thou hast it now,--king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
 
As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear,
 
Thou play'dst most foully for't; yet it was said
 
It should not stand in thy posterity;
 
But that myself should be the root and father
 
Of 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. 
 
[Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Macbeth
 
as Queen; Lennox, Ross, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants.] 
 
MACBETH.
 
Here's our chief guest. 
 
LADY MACBETH.
 
If he had been forgotten,
 
It had been as a gap in our great feast,
 
And all-thing unbecoming. 
 
MACBETH.
 
To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
 
And I'll request your presence. 
 
BANQUO.
 
Let your highness
 
Command upon me; to the which my duties
 
Are with a most indissoluble tie
 
For ever knit. 
 
MACBETH.
 
Ride you this afternoon? 
 
BANQUO.
 
Ay, my good lord. 
 
MACBETH.
 
We should have else desir'd your good advice,--
 
Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,--
 
In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.
 
Is't far you ride? 
 
BANQUO.
 
As far, my lord, as will fill up the time
 
'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,
 
I must become a borrower of the night,
 
For a dark hour or twain. 
 
MACBETH.
 
Fail not our feast. 
 
BANQUO.
 
My lord, I will not. 
 
MACBETH.
 
We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd
 
In England and in Ireland; not confessing
 
Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers
 
With strange invention: but of that to-morrow;
 
When therewithal we shall have cause of state
 
Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,
 
Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? 
 
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