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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 ’ th ’ time , The moment on’t ; for’t must be done tonight 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 resolv’d , 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 tonight . [ Exit . ] SCENE II . The same . Another Room in the Palace . Enter Lady Macbeth and a Servant . LADY MACBETH . Is Banquo gone from court ? SERVANT . Ay , madam , but returns again tonight . LADY MACBETH . Say to the King , I would attend his leisure For a few words . SERVANT . Madam , I will . [ Exit . ] LADY MACBETH . Naught’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 scorch’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 , Gently my lord , sleek o’er your rugged looks ; Be bright and jovial among your guests tonight . 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 .
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