ACT II.
SCENE I.
Inverness. Court within the Castle.
[Enter Banquo, preceeded by Fleance with a torch.]
BANQUO.
How goes the night, boy?
FLEANCE.
The moon is down; I have not heard the clock.
BANQUO.
And she goes down at twelve.
FLEANCE.
I take't, 'tis later, sir.
BANQUO.
Hold, take my sword. — There's husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out: — take thee that too. —
A heavy summons lies like lead upon me,
And yet I would not sleep: — merciful powers,
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature
Gives way to in repose! — Give me my sword.
Who's there?
[Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.]
MACBETH.
A friend.
BANQUO.
What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed:
He hath been in unusual pleasure and
Sent forth great largess to your officers:
This diamond he greets your wife withal,
By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up
In measureless content.
