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146 A Restoration Version of Act III
And men from hence to th' Pallace make it their usual walk.
(Exe.
Enter Banquo and Flean.
Banquo. It will be rain to night.
Flean. We must make haste :
Banq. Our haste concerns us more than being wet.
The King expects me at his feast to night.
To which he did invite me with a kindness,
Greater than he was wont to express. {Exeunt.
Re-enter Murtherers with drawn Swords.
1. Mur. Banquo, thou little think'st what bloody feast
Is now preparing for thee.
2. Mur. Nor to what shades the darkness of this night,
Shall lead thy wand'ring spirit (Exeunt after Banquo.
(Clashing of swords is heard from within,
Re-enter Flean pursu'd by one of the Murtherers.
Flean. Murther, help, help, my Father's killed.
(Exeunt running.
SCENE opens, a Banquet prepar'd.
Enter Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Seaton, Lenox, Lords
Attendants.
Macb. You know your own Degrees, sit down.
Seat. Thanks to your Majesty.
Macb. Our self will keep your company,
And play the humble Host to entertain you :
Our Lady keeps her State ; but you shall have her welcome
too.
La. Macb. Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends.
Enter First Murtherer.
Macb. Both sides are even: be free in Mirth, anon
We'l drink a measure about the Table.
There's blood upon thy face.
Mur. 'Tis Banquo's then.