Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine
Macb.
I must become a borrower of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine
Macb.
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But hush, no more.
Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox, Rosse, Lords,
and
Attendants.
Macb. Heere's our chiefe Guest
La. If he had beene forgotten,
It had bene as a gap in our great Feast,
And all-thing vnbecomming
Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir,
And Ile request your presence
Banq. Let your Highnesse
Command vpon me, to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tye
For euer knit
Macb. Ride you this afternoone?
Ban. I, my good Lord
Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice
(Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous)
In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.
Is't farre you ride?
Ban. As farre, my Lord, as will fill vp the time
'Twixt this, and Supper.
Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine
Macb. Faile not our Feast
Ban. My Lord, I will not
Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd
In England, and in Ireland, not confessing
Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
With strange inuention. But of that to morrow,
When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State,
Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:
Adieu, till you returne at Night.
Goes Fleance with you?
Ban. I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's
Macb. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot:
And so I doe commend you to their backs.
Farwell.
Exit Banquo.
Let euery man be master of his time,
Till seuen at Night, to make societie
The sweeter welcome:
We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone:
While then, God be with you.
Exeunt. Lords.
Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
Our pleasure?
Senit sounded. Enter Macbeth as King, Lady Lenox, Rosse, Lords,
and
Attendants.
Macb. Heere's our chiefe Guest
La. If he had beene forgotten,
It had bene as a gap in our great Feast,
And all-thing vnbecomming
Macb. To night we hold a solemne Supper sir,
And Ile request your presence
Banq. Let your Highnesse
Command vpon me, to the which my duties
Are with a most indissoluble tye
For euer knit
Macb. Ride you this afternoone?
Ban. I, my good Lord
Macb. We should haue else desir'd your good aduice
(Which still hath been both graue, and prosperous)
In this dayes Councell: but wee'le take to morrow.
Is't farre you ride?
Ban. As farre, my Lord, as will fill vp the time
'Twixt this, and Supper.
Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a borrower of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine
Macb. Faile not our Feast
Ban. My Lord, I will not
Macb. We heare our bloody Cozens are bestow'd
In England, and in Ireland, not confessing
Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
With strange inuention. But of that to morrow,
When therewithall, we shall haue cause of State,
Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horse:
Adieu, till you returne at Night.
Goes Fleance with you?
Ban. I, my good Lord: our time does call vpon's
Macb. I wish your Horses swift, and sure of foot:
And so I doe commend you to their backs.
Farwell.
Exit Banquo.
Let euery man be master of his time,
Till seuen at Night, to make societie
The sweeter welcome:
We will keepe our selfe till Supper time alone:
While then, God be with you.
Exeunt. Lords.
Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
Our pleasure?