Is Banquo gone from court?Say to the king, I would attend his leisure For a few words.
Ay, madam, but return again tonight.Madam, I will
Glida: 2
We have scorched the snake, not killed it. She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth. But let the frame of things disjoint, Both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than, on the torture of the mind, to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave, After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content. 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. [Enter Macbeth] How now, my lord. Why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making, Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on? Things without all remedy Should be without regard — what's done is done.
Glida: 3
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, sealing night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; While night's black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvell'st at my words, but hold thee still. Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. So, prithee, go with me.
You must leave this.But in them nature's copy's not eterne.What's to be done?