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Ross. Farewell, father.

Old Man. God's benison go with you; and with those

That would make good of bad, and friends of foes!

Exeunt omnes.

 

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,

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,

May they not be my oracles as well,

And set me up in hope? But, hush! no more.

Macb. Here's our chief guest.

Lady M. If he had been forgotten,

It had been as a gap in our great feast,

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

