Enter Macbeth and a Servant with a torch.

Macbeth

 Give me my sword.—Who’s there? 

 MACBETH. A friend. 

 BANQUO. What, sir, not yet at rest? The King’s abed: He hath been in unusual pleasure and Sent forth great largess to your offices. This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess, and shut up In measureless content. 

 MACBETH. Being unprepar’d, Our will became the servant to defect, Which else should free have wrought. 

 BANQUO. All’s well. I dreamt last night of the three Weird Sisters: To you they have show’d some truth. 

 MACBETH. I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. 

 BANQUO. At your kind’st leisure. 

 MACBETH. If you shall cleave to my consent, when ’tis, It shall make honour for you. 

 BANQUO. So I lose none In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchis’d, and allegiance clear, I shall be counsell’d. 

 MACBETH. Good repose the while! 

 BANQUO. Thanks, sir: the like to you. 

[Exeunt Banquo and Fleance.]

Banquo

Fleance

 MACBETH. Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. 

[Exit Servant.]

 Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee:— I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was 

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