Act 3 - Scene 2
Enter LADY MACBETH and a Servant
Is Banquo gone from court?
Ay, madam, but returns again to-night.
Say to the king, I would attend his leisure
For a few words.
Madam, I will.
Nought's had, all's spent,
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
How now, my lord! why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
without regard: what's done is done.
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it:
She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice
danger of her former tooth.
But let the frame of things disjoint, both the
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
Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
Than on the torture of the mind to lie
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.
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night.
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,
make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.
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