Banquo
Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon’s.
Macbeth
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
Till supper-time alone: while then, God be with you!
Sirrah, a word with you: attend those men
Our pleasure?
Exit Banquo .; Exeunt all but Macbeth , and an Attendant .
Attendant
They are, my lord, without the palace gate.
Macbeth
But to be safely thus.—Our fears in Banquo
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be fear’d: ’tis much he dares;
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour
To act in safety. There is none but he
Whose being I do fear: and, under him,