Macbeth+Act+III

SCENE I. Forres. The palace.
> //Enter BANQUO// **BANQUO** > Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,

> As the weird women promised, and, I fear,

> Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said

> It should not stand in thy posterity,

> But that myself should be the root and father

> Of many kings. If there come truth from them--

> As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine--

> Why, by the verities on thee made good,

> May they not be my oracles as well,

> And set me up in hope? But hush! no more.

> //Sennet sounded. Enter MACBETH, as king, LADY MACBETH, as queen, LENNOX, ROSS, Lords, Ladies, and Attendants// **MACBETH** > Here's our chief guest.

**LADY MACBETH** > If he had been forgotten,

> It had been as a gap in our great feast,

> And all-thing unbecoming.

**MACBETH** > To-night we hold a solemn supper sir,

> And I'll request your presence.

**BANQUO** > Let your highness

> Command upon me; to the which my duties

> Are with a most indissoluble tie

> For ever knit.

**MACBETH** > Ride you this afternoon?

**BANQUO** > Ay, my good lord.

**MACBETH** > We should have else desired your good advice,

> Which still hath been both grave and prosperous,

> In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.

> Is't far you ride?

**BANQUO** > As far, my lord, as will fill up the time

> 'Twixt this and supper: go not my horse the better,

> I must become a borrower of the night

> For a dark hour or twain.

**MACBETH** > Fail not our feast.

**BANQUO** > My lord, I will not.

**MACBETH** > We hear, our bloody cousins are bestow'd

> In England and in Ireland, not confessing

> Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers

> With strange invention: but of that to-morrow,

> When therewithal we shall have cause of state

> Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu,

> Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

**BANQUO** > Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.

**MACBETH** > I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;

> And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.

> //Exit BANQUO// > Let every man be master of his time

> Till seven at night: to make society

> The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself

> Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!

> //Exeunt all but MACBETH, and an attendant// > Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men

> Our pleasure?

**ATTENDANT** > They are, my lord, without the palace gate.

**MACBETH** > Bring them before us.

> //Exit Attendant// > To be thus is nothing;

> But to be safely thus.--Our fears in Banquo

> Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature

> Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares;

> And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,

> He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour

> To act in safety. There is none but he

> Whose being I do fear: and, under him,

> My Genius is rebuked; as, it is said,

> Mark Antony's was by Caesar. He chid the sisters

> When first they put the name of king upon me,

> And bade them speak to him: then prophet-like

> They hail'd him father to a line of kings:

> Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,

> And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,

> Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,

> No son of mine succeeding. If 't be so,

> For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind;

> For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd;

> Put rancours in the vessel of my peace

> Only for them; and mine eternal jewel

> Given to the common enemy of man,

> To make them kings, the seed of Banquo kings!

> Rather than so, come fate into the list.

> And champion me to the utterance! Who's there!

> //Re-enter Attendant, with two Murderers// > Now go to the door, and stay there till we call.

> //Exit Attendant// > Was it not yesterday we spoke together?

**First Murderer** > It was, so please your highness.

**MACBETH** > Well then, now

> Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know

> That it was he in the times past which held you

> So under fortune, which you thought had been

> Our innocent self: this I made good to you

> In our last conference, pass'd in probation with you,

> How you were borne in hand, how cross'd,

> the instruments,

> Who wrought with them, and all things else that might

> To half a soul and to a notion crazed

> Say 'Thus did Banquo.'

**First Murderer** > You made it known to us.

**MACBETH** > I did so, and went further, which is now

> Our point of second meeting. Do you find

> Your patience so predominant in your nature

> That you can let this go? Are you so gospell'd

> To pray for this good man and for his issue,

> Whose heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave

> And beggar'd yours for ever?

**First Murderer** > We are men, my liege.

**MACBETH** > Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;

> As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,

> Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept

> All by the name of dogs: the valued file

> Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle,

> The housekeeper, the hunter, every one

> According to the gift which bounteous nature

> Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive

> Particular addition. from the bill

> That writes them all alike: and so of men.

> Now, if you have a station in the file,

> Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't;

> And I will put that business in your bosoms,

> Whose execution takes your enemy off,

> Grapples you to the heart and love of us,

> Who wear our health but sickly in his life,

> Which in his death were perfect.

**Second Murderer** > I am one, my liege,

> Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world

> Have so incensed that I am reckless what

> I do to spite the world.

**First Murderer** > And I another

> So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,

> That I would set my lie on any chance,

> To mend it, or be rid on't.

**MACBETH** > Both of you

> Know Banquo was your enemy.

**Both Murderers** > True, my lord.

**MACBETH** > So is he mine; and in such bloody distance,

> That every minute of his being thrusts

> Against my near'st of life: and though I could

> With barefaced power sweep him from my sight

> And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,

> For certain friends that are both his and mine,

> Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall

> Who I myself struck down; and thence it is,

> That I to your assistance do make love,

> Masking the business from the common eye

> For sundry weighty reasons.

**Second Murderer** > We shall, my lord,

> Perform what you command us.

**First Murderer** > Though our lives--

**MACBETH** > Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most

> I will advise you where to plant yourselves;

> Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,

> The moment on't; for't must be done to-night,

> And something from the palace; always thought

> That I require a clearness: and with him--

> To leave no rubs nor botches in the work--

> Fleance his son, that keeps him company,

> Whose absence is no less material to me

> Than is his father's, must embrace the fate

> Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:

> I'll come to you anon.

**Both Murderers** > We are resolved, my lord.

**MACBETH** > I'll call upon you straight: abide within.

> //Exeunt Murderers// > It is concluded. Banquo, thy soul's flight,

> If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.

> //Exit//

SCENE II. The palace.
> //Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant// **LADY MACBETH** > Is Banquo gone from court?

**Servant** > Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.

**LADY MACBETH** > Say to the king, I would attend his leisure

> For a few words.

**Servant** > Madam, I will.

> //Exit// **LADY MACBETH** > Nought's had, all's spent,

> Where our desire is got without content:

> 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy

> Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

> //Enter MACBETH// > How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,

> Of sorriest fancies your companions making,

> Using those thoughts which should indeed have died

> With them they think on? Things without all remedy

> Should be without regard: what's done is done.

**MACBETH** > We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:

> She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice

> Remains in danger of her former tooth.

> But let the frame of things disjoint, both the

> worlds suffer,

> Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep

> In the affliction of these terrible dreams

> That shake us nightly: better be with the dead,

> Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,

> Than on the torture of the mind to lie

> In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;

> After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;

> Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,

> Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,

> Can touch him further.

**LADY MACBETH** > Come on;

> Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;

> Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.

**MACBETH** > So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you:

> Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;

> Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue:

> Unsafe the while, that we

> Must lave our honours in these flattering streams,

> And make our faces vizards to our hearts,

> Disguising what they are.

**LADY MACBETH** > You must leave this.

**MACBETH** > O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!

> Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.

**LADY MACBETH** > But in them nature's copy's not eterne.

**MACBETH** > There's comfort yet; they are assailable;

> Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown

> His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons

> The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums

> Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done

> A deed of dreadful note.

**LADY MACBETH** > What's to be done?

**MACBETH** > Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,

> Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night,

> Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day;

> And with thy bloody and invisible hand

> Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond

> Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow

> Makes wing to the rooky wood:

> Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;

> While night's black agents to their preys do rouse.

> Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold thee still;

> Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

> So, prithee, go with me.

> //Exeunt//

SCENE III. A park near the palace.
> //Enter three Murderers// **First Murderer** > But who did bid thee join with us?

**Third Murderer** > Macbeth.

**Second Murderer** > He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers

> Our offices and what we have to do

> To the direction just.

**First Murderer** > Then stand with us.

> The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day:

> Now spurs the lated traveller apace

> To gain the timely inn; and near approaches

> The subject of our watch.

**Third Murderer** > Hark! I hear horses.

**BANQUO** > [Within] Give us a light there, ho!

**Second Murderer** > Then 'tis he: the rest

> That are within the note of expectation

> Already are i' the court.

**First Murderer** > His horses go about.

**Third Murderer** > Almost a mile: but he does usually,

> So all men do, from hence to the palace gate

> Make it their walk.

**Second Murderer** > A light, a light!

> //Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE with a torch// **Third Murderer** > 'Tis he.

**First Murderer** > Stand to't.

**BANQUO** > It will be rain to-night.

**First Murderer** > Let it come down.

> //They set upon BANQUO// **BANQUO** > O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!

> Thou mayst revenge. O slave!

> //Dies. FLEANCE escapes// **Third Murderer** > Who did strike out the light?

**First Murderer** > Wast not the way?

**Third Murderer** > There's but one down; the son is fled.

**Second Murderer** > We have lost

> Best half of our affair.

**First Murderer** > Well, let's away, and say how much is done.

> //Exeunt//

SCENE IV. The same. Hall in the palace.
> //A banquet prepared. Enter MACBETH, LADY MACBETH, ROSS, LENNOX, Lords, and Attendants// **MACBETH** > You know your own degrees; sit down: at first

> And last the hearty welcome.

**Lords** > Thanks to your majesty.

**MACBETH** > Ourself will mingle with society,

> And play the humble host.

> Our hostess keeps her state, but in best time

> We will require her welcome.

**LADY MACBETH** > Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends;

> For my heart speaks they are welcome.

> //First Murderer appears at the door// **MACBETH** > 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.

**First Murderer** > 'Tis Banquo's then.

**MACBETH** > 'Tis better thee without than he within.

> Is he dispatch'd?

**First Murderer** > My lord, his throat is cut; that I did for him.

**MACBETH** > 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.

**First Murderer** > Most royal sir,

> Fleance is 'scaped.

**MACBETH** > 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?

**First Murderer** > Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,

> With twenty trenched 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: to-morrow

> We'll hear, ourselves, again.

> //Exit Murderer// **LADY MACBETH** > 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.

**MACBETH** > Sweet remembrancer!

> Now, good digestion wait on appetite,

> And health on both!

**LENNOX** > May't please your highness sit.

> //The GHOST OF BANQUO enters, and sits in MACBETH's place// **MACBETH** > 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!

**ROSS** > His absence, sir,

> Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness

> To grace us with your royal company.

**MACBETH** > The table's full.

**LENNOX** > Here is a place reserved, sir.

**MACBETH** > Where?

**LENNOX** > Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?

**MACBETH** > Which of you have done this?

**Lords** > What, my good lord?

**MACBETH** > Thou canst not say I did it: never shake

> Thy gory locks at me.

**ROSS** > Gentlemen, rise: his highness is not well.

**LADY MACBETH** > 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?

**MACBETH** > Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that

> Which might appal the devil.

**LADY MACBETH** > 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.

**MACBETH** > 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// **LADY MACBETH** > What, quite unmann'd in folly?

**MACBETH** > If I stand here, I saw him.

**LADY MACBETH** > Fie, for shame!

**MACBETH** > 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.

**LADY MACBETH** > My worthy lord,

> Your noble friends do lack you.

**MACBETH** > 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.

**Lords** > Our duties, and the pledge.

> //Re-enter GHOST OF BANQUO// **MACBETH** > 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!

**LADY MACBETH** > Think of this, good peers,

> But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;

> Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

**MACBETH** > 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.

**LADY MACBETH** > You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting,

> With most admired disorder.

**MACBETH** > 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.

**ROSS** > What sights, my lord?

**LADY MACBETH** > 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.

**LENNOX** > Good night; and better health

> Attend his majesty!

**LADY MACBETH** > A kind good night to all!

> //Exeunt all but MACBETH and LADY MACBETH// **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?

**LADY MACBETH** > Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

**MACBETH** > How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person

> At our great bidding?

**LADY MACBETH** > Did you send to him, sir?

**MACBETH** > 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.

**LADY MACBETH** > You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

**MACBETH** > 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.

> //Exeunt//

SCENE V. A Heath.
> //Thunder. Enter the three Witches meeting HECATE// **First Witch** > Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.

**HECATE** > Have I not reason, beldams as you are,

> Saucy and overbold? How did you dare

> To trade and traffic with Macbeth

> In riddles and affairs of death;

> And I, the mistress of your charms,

> The close contriver of all harms,

> Was never call'd to bear my part,

> Or show the glory of our art?

> And, which is worse, all you have done

> Hath been but for a wayward son,

> Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,

> Loves for his own ends, not for you.

> But make amends now: get you gone,

> And at the pit of Acheron

> Meet me i' the morning: thither he

> Will come to know his destiny:

> Your vessels and your spells provide,

> Your charms and every thing beside.

> I am for the air; this night I'll spend

> Unto a dismal and a fatal end:

> Great business must be wrought ere noon:

> Upon the corner of the moon

> There hangs a vaporous drop profound;

> I'll catch it ere it come to ground:

> And that distill'd by magic sleights

> Shall raise such artificial sprites

> As by the strength of their illusion

> Shall draw him on to his confusion:

> He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear

> He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:

> And you all know, security

> Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

> //Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away,' & c// > Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,

> Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

> //Exit// **First Witch** > Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again.

> //Exeunt//

SCENE VI. Forres. The palace.
> //Enter LENNOX and another Lord// **LENNOX** > My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,

> Which can interpret further: only, I say,

> Things have been strangely borne. The

> gracious Duncan

> Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead:

> And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late;

> Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,

> For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.

> Who cannot want the thought how monstrous

> It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain

> To kill their gracious father? damned fact!

> How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight

> In pious rage the two delinquents tear,

> That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep?

> Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;

> For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive

> To hear the men deny't. So that, I say,

> He has borne all things well: and I do think

> That had he Duncan's sons under his key--

> As, an't please heaven, he shall not--they

> should find

> What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.

> But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd

> His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear

> Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell

> Where he bestows himself?

**Lord** > The son of Duncan,

> From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth

> Lives in the English court, and is received

> Of the most pious Edward with such grace

> That the malevolence of fortune nothing

> Takes from his high respect: thither Macduff

> Is gone to pray the holy king, upon his aid

> To wake Northumberland and warlike Siward:

> That, by the help of these--with Him above

> To ratify the work--we may again

> Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,

> Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives,

> Do faithful homage and receive free honours:

> All which we pine for now: and this report

> Hath so exasperate the king that he

> Prepares for some attempt of war.

**LENNOX** > Sent he to Macduff?

**Lord** > He did: and with an absolute 'Sir, not I,'

> The cloudy messenger turns me his back,

> And hums, as who should say 'You'll rue the time

> That clogs me with this answer.'

**LENNOX** > And that well might

> Advise him to a caution, to hold what distance

> His wisdom can provide. Some holy angel

> Fly to the court of England and unfold

> His message ere he come, that a swift blessing

> May soon return to this our suffering country

> Under a hand accursed!

**Lord** > I'll send my prayers with him.

> //Exeunt//

SCENE IV. Outside Macbeth's castle.
> //Enter ROSS and an old Man// **Old Man** > Threescore and ten I can remember well:

> Within the volume of which time I have seen

> Hours dreadful and things strange; but this sore night

> Hath trifled former knowings.

**ROSS** > Ah, good father,

> Thou seest, the heavens, as troubled with man's act,

> Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock, 'tis day,

> And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:

> Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,

> That darkness does the face of earth entomb,

> When living light should kiss it?

**Old Man** > 'Tis unnatural,

> Even like the deed that's done. On Tuesday last,

> A falcon, towering in her pride of place,

> Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

**ROSS** > And Duncan's horses--a thing most strange and certain--

> Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,

> Turn'd wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,

> Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make

> War with mankind.

**Old Man** > 'Tis said they eat each other.

**ROSS** > They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes

> That look'd upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.

> //Enter MACDUFF// > How goes the world, sir, now?

**MACDUFF** > Why, see you not?

**ROSS** > Is't known who did this more than bloody deed?

**MACDUFF** > Those that Macbeth hath slain.

**ROSS** > Alas, the day!

> What good could they pretend?

**MACDUFF** > They were suborn'd:

> Malcolm and Donalbain, the king's two sons,

> Are stol'n away and fled; which puts upon them

> Suspicion of the deed.

**ROSS** > 'Gainst nature still!

> Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up

> Thine own life's means! Then 'tis most like

> The sovereignty will fall upon Macbeth.

**MACDUFF** > He is already named, and gone to Scone

> To be invested.

**ROSS** > Where is Duncan's body?

**MACDUFF** > Carried to Colmekill,

> The sacred storehouse of his predecessors,

> And guardian of their bones.

**ROSS** > Will you to Scone?

**MACDUFF** > No, cousin, I'll to Fife.

**ROSS** > Well, I will thither.

**MACDUFF** > Well, may you see things well done there: adieu!

> Lest our old robes sit easier than our new!

**ROSS** > Farewell, father.

**Old Man** > God's benison go with you; and with those

> That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

> //Exeunt//