Page 2127 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

FIRST MURDERER

Ay, my good lord; safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenchèd gashes on his head,
The least a death to nature.

MACBETH
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. Tomorrow [30]
We’ll hear ourselves again.

Exit Murderer

LADY

My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold
That is not often vouched, while ’tis a-making,

’Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home;
From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.

MACBETH
Sweet remembrancer!
Now good digestion wait on appetite,

And health on both!

LENNOX

May’t please your highness sit.

Enter the Ghost of Banquo and sits in Macbeth’s place.

MACBETH
Here had we now our country’s honour roofed,
Were the graced person of our Banquo present; [40]
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

Than pity for mischance.

ROSS