The same. Hall in the palace.
A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants
You know your own degrees; sit down: at first
And last the hearty welcome.
Thanks to your majesty.
Ourself will mingle with society,
And play the humble host.
Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time
We will require her welcome.
Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;
For my heart speaks they are welcome.
First Murderer appears at the door
See, they encounter thee with their hearts' thanks.
Both sides are even: here I'll sit i' the midst:
Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.
Approaching the door
There's blood on thy face.
'Tis Banquo's then.
'Tis better thee without than he within.
Is he dispatch'd?
My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.
Thou art the best o' the cut-throats: yet he's good
That did the like for Fleance: if thou didst it,
Thou art the nonpareil.
Most royal sir,
Fleance is 'scaped.
Then comes my fit again: I had else been perfect,
Whole as the marble, founded as the rock,
As broad and general as the casing air:
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
To saucy doubts and fears. But Banquo's safe?
Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;
The least a death to nature.
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: to-morrow
We'll hear, ourselves, again.
My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold
That is not often vouch'd, 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.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
May't please your highness sit.
The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place
Here had we now our country's honour roof'd,
Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness
Than pity for mischance!
His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness
To grace us with your royal company.
The table's full.
Here is a place reserved, sir.
Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?
Which of you have done this?
What, my good lord?
Thou canst not say I did it: never shake
Thy gory locks at me.
Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.
Sit, worthy friends: my lord is often thus,
And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat;
The fit is momentary; upon a thought
He will again be well: if much you note him,
You shall offend him and extend his passion:
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.
O proper stuff!
This is the very painting of your fear:
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
Impostors to true fear, would well become
A woman's story at a winter's fire,
Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,
You look but on a stool.
Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo!
how say you?
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.
If charnel-houses and our graves must send
Those that we bury back, our monuments
Shall be the maws of kites.
GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes
What, quite unmann'd in folly?
If I stand here, I saw him.
Fie, for shame!
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,
Ere human statute purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd
Too terrible for the ear: the times have been,
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end; but now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools: this is more strange
Than such a murder is.
My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
I do forget.
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends,
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;
Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full.
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss;
Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst,
And all to all.
Our duties, and the pledge.
Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO
Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
What man dare, I dare:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble: or be alive again,
And dare me to the desert with thy sword;
If trembling I inhabit then, protest me
The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow!
Unreal mockery, hence!
GHOST OF BANQUO vanishes
Why, so: being gone,
I am a man again. Pray you, sit still.
You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,
With most admired disorder.
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
Without our special wonder? You make me strange
Even to the disposition that I owe,
When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine is blanched with fear.
What sights, my lord?
I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse;
Question enrages him. At once, good night:
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.
Good night; and better health
Attend his majesty!
A kind good night to all!
Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH
It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood:
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak;
Augurs and understood relations have
By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth
The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person
At our great bidding?
Did you send to him, sir?
I hear it by the way; but I will send:
There's not a one of them but in his house
I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow,
And betimes I will, to the weird sisters:
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good,
All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er:
Strange things I have in head, that will to hand;
Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse
Is the initiate fear that wants hard use:
We are yet but young in deed.
Macbeth, unaware of the bungled assassination in the forest, led his guests into the banqueting hall. The nobles commented amongst themselves on the King's high spirits.
“You know your ranks, gentlemen. Take your places. From the beginning of the feast to the end I give you a hearty welcome!” Macbeth said.
“Thanks to Your Majesty!” the lords said together.
“I will mingle, playing the humble host. Our hostess will remain seated but later we will require her participation.”
“Pronounce the heartfelt welcome on my behalf, sir, to all our friends,” said Lady Macbeth from the throne.
The lords bowed to the Queen.
“See, they show their heartfelt thanks. Now where I can sit? Both sides are even, I will sit in the middle.”
As the lords sat down Macbeth intended to take his place but he then saw the first murderer waiting for him at the entrance of the chamber.
“Be mirthful, I will pass this drinking cup around the table.”
After encouraging the guests to sup from the cup Macbeth walked to the murderer in the corner of the hall.
“There's blood on your face!”
“It's better outside you than inside him. Is he dead?”
“My lord, his throat is cut. I did it.”
“You’re the best of the throatcutters! As good as Fleance's killer, too? If it was you, you have no equal!”
“Most royal sir - Fleance escaped.”
“Here my trouble returns. My reign would be as strong as marble, as free as the air. But, no, now I'm confined, conquered by nagging doubts and fears. But Banquo is dead?”
“Yes, my good lord. He’s in a ditch with twenty trench-like gashes in his head. Even the least of them would have been fatal.”
“Thanks for that. The mature serpent is dead but the worm that fled will in time be capable of a venomous bite even if he has no teeth at present. Go, tomorrow we'll talk again.”
Macbeth stood looking lost, detached. Lady Macbeth, anticipating problems prompted him.
“My royal lord, you are not playing the host. The feast is like a tavern meal. Mere eating is best done at home. Ceremony is the sauce for the meat. It's not much of a feast without it!”
“Remind me!” Macbeth turned to the company: “Now, a toast! Digestion, don't quibble with appetite! Here's to them both.”
As he was making his toast the ghost of Banquo entered and took Macbeth's seat at the table. The ghost had its back to Macbeth and of course was invisible to the guests.
Lord Lennox said: “Do please sit, sir.”
“We would have our country honoured under one roof if only Banquo was present. I'd rather scold him for thoughtlessness than ponder a mischance,” said Macbeth.
Lord Ross said: “His absence, sir, is neglect of a promise. Meanwhile would Your Highness grace us by taking Banquo's seat at our table?”
“The table's full.”
“Here's a place reserved for Banquo, sir” said Lennox.
“Here, my good lord. What causes Your Highness such distress?”
Macbeth was white and shaking with fear.
“Which of you has done this?”
“What, my good lord?” the guests muttered, bewildered.
The musicians stopped playing and an eerie tension descended on the gathering. Macbeth stood silent and stunned as the bloody ghost began to make gestures.
“You can't say it was me! Don't shake your gory locks at me!” Macbeth countered the accusations of Banquo's ghost.
Lord Ross said, “Gentlemen, rise. His Highness is not well.”
Lady Macbeth was immediately aware that everything they had achieved was in danger.
“Sit, good friends. My lord is often like this and has been since his youth. Pray, keep your seats. This fit is fleeting and he will be well again in a moment. If you make too much of it you'll offend him and prolong the fit. Eat and ignore him.”
The Queen smiled uneasily, as the guests hesitantly returned to their food. She spat in Macbeth's ear, “Are you a man?”
“Yes, and a bold one who dares to look on that which would appall the devil!”
“Is that so? This is a figment of your fear. This is the floating dagger which you said led you to Duncan! Oh, you and your fears are the stuff of old tales told at a winter's fire. Shame on you! Why do you make such faces? You are only looking at a chair!”
“Look at the seat. Look at it! What do you say to that?” Macbeth said to his wife.
He turned again to the ghost: “Why? What do I care if you can nod and speak? If tombs and graves are going to send back those we have buried then it would be better if we left the bodies to feed the birds of prey!”
The ghost disappeared.
“Folly is preying on your manhood?” Lady Macbeth sneered.
“As I stand here I saw him!” Macbeth persisted.
“Enough of this nonsense!” Lady Macbeth impateintly barked.
Lady Macbeth eyed the guests, wondering how suspicious this scene had made them. Macbeth meanwhile moped to himself: “Blood has been shed before now, in olden times before legal statutes shaped society. And since then political murders have continued, some too terrible to talk about. Has the time passed when smashed brains meant a man would die? Now they rise again, despite twenty mortal gashes, and steal seats. This is stranger than murder.”
“My worthy lord, your noble friends are asking for you!” Lady Macbeth said delicately.
“I'm forgetting. Don't worry about me, most worthy friends. I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those who know me. A toast! Love and health to all! Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine! More, more!”
Macbeth recovered his joviality quickly enough to surprise his wife but no sooner had normality returned to the feast than the ghost returned. Macbeth wasn't yet aware of Banquo and continued his chatting: “I drink to the general joy of the whole table, and to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss. Would he were here! To all and him we thirst, and to everyone else!”
“Our duties, and the toast!” said the company.
“Go away!” Macbeth's sudden yell silenced the company. “Out of my sight! Let the earth hide you! Your bones are marrowless, your blood is cold. Your glaring eyes can't see me!”
This time Lady Macbeth controlled the incident immediately: “Think of this, good noblemen, as a thing of habit. That's all it is. But it spoils our pleasure.”
Macbeth was now oblivious to everyone else. His mind thought only of the ghost: “Whatever man dares, I dare! Approach me like a Russian bear, a horned rhinoceros or a fierce tiger! Take any shape but that of a ghost and my firm nerve will not tremble. Or come alive again and dare me to a duel in the desert with your sword. If I tremble deride me as a girl! Go away, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery! Go away!”
The ghost disappeared. The moment it vanished Macbeth recovered. “Why then once it is gone I am a man again!”
Macbeth only then was aware of the confusion and embarrassment in the banqueting hall.
“Pray you, stay seated,” he said to the lords.
“You've spoiled the enjoyment, ruined the spirit of the feast with your ludicrous antics!” Lady Macbeth bawled.
“Can such things overcome us without provoking astonishment?” Macbeth asked. “You make me question my sanity. You can see such things and your cheeks say as bright as rubies while mine are blanched with fear.”
Lord Ross asked: “What things did you see, my lord?”
Once again Lady Macbeth intervened: “Please don't talk about. It will only make him worse. Questions enrage him. Now goodnight! No protocol, please go at once.”
“Good night, and may sleep bring some peace to His Majesty,” Lord Lennox said, speaking for all.
“A kind goodnight to all!” Lady Macbeth said as she rushed them out.
After escorting the guests out she returned to find her husband moping.
“It will have blood. Blood will have blood, they say. Gravestones have been known to move and trees to speak. Magpies, crows and ravens have seen the deeds of even the craftiest murderer. What time of night is it?”
“Almost morning. Who knows?” said Lady Macbeth, exasperated.
“What have you got to say about Macduff ignoring our invitation?”
“You asked him to come?”
“I hear rumours. I will send for him. There's not one of them who doesn't have a servant who is fed by me, so to speak. Tomorrow I will go to the weird sisters. They must speak more. Now I must know everything, good or bad, by any means. Nothing will stand in my way. I'm in a deep swamp of blood, continuing is just as tedious as turning back. I have things in my head which have to be acted upon before they are thought about.”
“You lack the refreshment of nature - sleep.”
“Come, we will sleep. My self-abuse is only the behaviour of the novice. In these pursuits we are still young in deed.”