Forres. 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 scorched the snake, not killed 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 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 visors 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 cloistered 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 wings to th' rooky wood.
	Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
	Whiles 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.
