Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.[3926]
Ban. And she goes down at twelve.
Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir.
Ban. Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven,[3927]
Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. 5
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers,[3928]
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature[3928]
Gives way to in repose![3928][3929]
Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.[3930]
Give me my sword.
Who's there?[3929] 10
Macb. A friend.
Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
He hath been in unusual pleasure, and[3931]
Sent forth great largess to your offices:[3931]
This diamond he greets your wife withal, 15
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up[3932][3933]
In measureless content.[3932]
Macb. Being unprepared,
Our will became the servant to defect,
Which else should free have wrought.