Ross. Farewell, father.
Old Man. God's benison go with you; and with those 40
That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!
Exeunt omnes.
ACT THIRD
Scene One
[Forres. A Room in the Palace]
Enter Banquo.
Ban. Thou hast it now: King, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promis'd; and, I fear,
Thou play'dst most foully for 't; yet it was said
It should not stand in thy posterity, 4
But that myself should be the root and father
Of many kings. If there come truth from them,—
As upon thee, Macbeth, their speeches shine,—
Why, by the verities on thee made good, 8
May they not be my oracles as well,
And set me up in hope? But, hush! no more.
Sennet sounded. Enter Macbeth, as king; Lady; Lennox, Ross, Lords, and Attendants.
Macb. Here's our chief guest.
Lady M. If he had been forgotten,
It had been as a gap in our great feast, 12
And all-thing unbecoming.
Macb. To-night we hold a solemn supper, sir,
And I'll request your presence.
Ban. Let your highness
40 benison: blessing
7 shine: are brilliantly confirmed
10 S. d. Sennet: trumpet call
