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 honor 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.]
