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William Shakespeare's MacBeth
Act III, Scene 6
In this scene, two Lords (one by the name of Lennox), converse about what has happened to each of the main characters. This scene, while short, provides an update about where Fleance had fled, MacDuff's plans, and MacBeth's reign.
Original
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
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
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?
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--
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
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
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:
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:
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,'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
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!
LORD
I'll send my prayers with him.
Exeunt
With Cuttings
Enter LENNOX and another LORD
LENNOX
My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
Which can their own conclusions draw: only, I say,
Things have transpired strangely. The
gracious Duncan
Was pitied by Macbeth: look you, he died:
And valiant Banquo ran into midnight prowlers;
Though you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd him,
For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late.
Who cannot help thinking how monstrous
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?
Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too;
For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive
To hear the men plead off. So that, I say,
He’s a survivor: and I do think
That had he Duncan's within his dungeon--
And let it please heaven, he shall not--they
should find
The price of patricide; so should Fleance.
But, peace! for from blunt words and for failing
To attend the tyrant's feast, I hear
Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell
Where he has stowed himself?
LORD
Malcom, the son of Duncan,
(From whom Macbeth holds the due of birth)
Lives in the English court, and is received by the most pious Edward with such grace
That the malevolence of fortune nothing
Takes from his high respect. There, Macduff
Is gone to pray the holy king Edward, upon his aid. Macduff will seek Siward as an ally and wake Northumberland.
By the help of these--with God above
To ratify the work--we may again
Give to our tables meat bring peace to our sleep,
Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives and murderers,
Do faithful homage and receive honors freely: And everything we pine for now. This report
Hath angered Macbeth so severely that he
Prepares for some attempt of war.
LENNOX
Sent he word to Macduff?
LORD
He did. Macduff responded with an absolute 'Sir, not I,' The messenger turned his back, as who should say 'You'll rue the time
That clogs me with this answer.'
LENNOX
And that well might
Advise him to be cautious, to hold what distance
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 country suffering
Under a hand accursed!
LORD
I'll send my prayers with him.
Exeunt