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
5 Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Take thee that too.
7 A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers,
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature
10 Gives way to in repose.
Enter Macbeth, and a Servant with a torch.
Give me my sword!
Who's there?
MACBETH
A friend.
BANQUO
What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's abed.
He hath been in unusual pleasure and
15 Sent forth great largess to your offices.
This diamond he greets your wife withal
17 By the name of most kind hostess, and shut up In measureless content.
MACBETH Being unprepared,
19 Our will became the servant to defect, Which else should free have wrought.20
BANQUO All's well.
I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters.
To you they have showed some truth.
MACBETH I think not of them.
Yet when we can entreat
an hour to serve,