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150 A Restoration Version of Act III
Questions enrage him, at once good night :
Stand not upon the Order of your going.
Len. Good night, and better health attend his Majesty.
La. Macb. A kind good night to all. {Exeunt Lords.
Macb. It will have Blood they say. Blood will have blood.
Stones have been known to move, and Trees to speak.
Augures well read in Languages of Birds
By Magpies, Rooks, and Dawes, have reveal'd
The secret Murther. How goes the night?
La. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
Macb. Why did Macduff after a solemn Invitation,
Deny his presence at our Feast?
La. Macb. Did you send to him Sir?
Macb. I did; but I'll send again,
There's not one great Thane in all Scotland,
But in his house I keep a Servant,
He and Banquo must embrace the same Fate.
I will to morrow to the Weyward Sisters,
They shall tell me more; for now I am bent to know
By the worst means, the worst that can befall me:
All Causes shall give way; I am in bloud
Stept in so far, that should I wade no more,
Returning were as bad, as to go o're,
La. Macb. You lack the season of all Natures, sleep.
Macb. Well I'll in
And rest ; if sleeping I repose can have,
When the Dead rise and want it in the Grave. (Exeunt.
Enter Macduff and Lady Macduff.
La. Macd. Are you resolved then to-be gone?
Macd. I am:
I know my Answer cannot but inflame
The Tyrants fury to pronounce my death,
My life will soon be blasted by his breath.
La. Macd. But why so far as England must you fly?