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The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere; Tragedies
The Comedies Histories Tragedies and Poems of William Shakspere Tragedies Author:William Shakespeare General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1844 Original Publisher: C. Knight Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can selec... more »t from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: - [Forres.] ACT III. SCENE I. -- Forres. A Room in the Palace. Enter Banquo. Ban. 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. Senet sounded. Enter Macbeth, a King; Lady MacBeth, as Queen; Lenox, Rosse, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants. Macb. Here 's our chief guest. Lady M. If he had been forgotten It had been as a gap in our great feast, And all-thing ". unbecoming. Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir, And 1'1l request your presence. Ban. Let your highness Command upon me; to the which, my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie For ever knit. Macb. Ride you this afternoon? Ban. Ay, my good lord. Macb. 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 takeb to-morrow. Is 't far you ride ? Ban. 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. Macb. Fail not our feast. Ban. My lord, I will not. Macb. We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow d In England, and in Ireland; not confessing Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers With strange invention :...« less