| ACT III 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 | 5 |
| | 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 | 10 |
| | 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? | 15 |
| | 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-- | 20 |
| | 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 | 25 |
| | 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 | 30 |
| | 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: | 35 |
| | 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: | 40 |
| | 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,' | 45 |
| | 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 | 50 |
| | 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! | 55 |
| Lord | I'll send my prayers with him. | |
| | Exeunt | |