Enter Banquo and Fleance with a torch before him. BANQUO. How goes the night, boy? FLEANCE. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. BANQUO. And she goes down at twelve. FLEANCE. I take’t, ’tis later, sir. BANQUO. Hold, take my sword.
—There’s husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Enter Macbeth and a Servant with a torch. Give me my sword. —Who’s there? MACBETH. A friend. BANQUO. What, sir, not yet at rest? The King’s abed: He hath been in unusual pleasure and Sent forth great largess to your offices.
This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess, and shut up In measureless content. MACBETH. Being unprepar’d, Our will became the servant to defect, Which else should free have wrought. BANQUO. All’s well.
I dreamt last night of the three Weird Sisters: To you they have show’d some truth. MACBETH. I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. BANQUO.
At your kind’st leisure. MACBETH. If you shall cleave to my consent, when ’tis, It shall make honour for you. BANQUO. So I lose none In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchis’d, and allegiance clear, I shall be counsell’d. MACBETH.
Good repose the while! BANQUO. Thanks, sir: the like to you. [Exeunt Banquo and Fleance. ] MACBETH. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Servant. ] Is this a dagger which I see before