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Macbeth, III. i

Command upon me; to the which my duties

Are with a most indissoluble tie

For ever knit.

Macb. Ride you this afternoon?

Ban. Ay, my good lord.

Macb. We should have else desir'd your good advice—

Which still hath been both grave and prosperous—

In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow.

Is 't far you ride?

Ban. As far, my lord, as will fill up the time

'Twixt this and supper; go not my horse the better,

I must become a borrower of the night

For a dark hour or twain.

Macb. Fail not our feast.

Ban. My lord, I will not.

Macb. We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd

In England and in Ireland, not confessing

Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers

With strange invention; but of that to-morrow,

When therewithal we shall have cause of state

Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse; adieu

Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you?

Ban. Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon 's.

Macb. I wish your horses swift and sure of foot;

And so I do commend you to their backs.

Farewell.

Let every man be master of his time

Till seven at night; to make society

The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself

 26 Cf. n.

30 bestow'd: located

32 parricide: murder of a parent

34 therewithal: besides that

cause of state: public business

43 sweeter: more sweetly

