Mur. Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch he bides,[4208]
With twenty trenched gashes on his head;[4208]
The least a death to nature.[4208]
Macb. Thanks for that.[4208]
[Aside] There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled[4208][4215]
Hath nature that in time will venom breed,[4208] 30
No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to-morrow[4208]
We'll hear ourselves again.[4208][4216] [Exit Murderer.
Lady M. My royal lord,
You do not give the cheer: the feast is sold[4217]
That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making,[4218]
'Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home;[4219] 35
From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony;
Meeting were bare without it.
Macb. Sweet remembrancer!
Now good digestion wait on appetite,
And health on both!
Len. May't please your highness sit.
[The Ghost of Banquo enters, and sits in Macbeth's place.[4220]
Macb. Here had we now our country's honour roof'd, 40
Were the graced person of our Banquo present;
Who may I rather challenge for unkindness[4221]
Than pity for mischance![4222]
Ross. His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness[4223]
To grace us with your royal company.[4224] 45
Macb. The table's full.
Len. Here is a place reserved, sir.[4225]