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Lays blame upon his promise. Pleas't your Highness
(Starting Len. Here's a place reserv’d, Sir. Macb. Where?
Len. Here, my good lord.
Macb. Which of you have done this ?
Rose. Gentlemen, rise ; his Highness is not well.
Lady. Sit worthy friends, my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep feat. The Fit is momentary, on a thought He will again be well. If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion; Feed, and regard him not. - Are you a man?
To Macbeth aside. Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on That, Which might appal the Devil.
Lady. O proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; (Aside. This is the air-drawn-dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts (Impostors to true fear,) would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Anthorized by her grandam. Shame itself!Why do you make such faces ? when all's done, You look but on a stool.
Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! Behold! look! lo! how fay you?
(Pointing to the Ghost. Why, what care I? if thou can'ít nod, speak 100.If Charnel houses and our Graves must send Those, that we bury, back; our Monuments Shall be the maws of kites. [The Ghostva nishes Lady. What? quite unmann'd in folly?
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.-
Lady. My worthy lord,
Macb. I do forget.-
[The Ghost rises again. Macb. Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth
Lady. Think of this, good Peers,
Macb. What man dare, I dare :
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Take any shape but That, and my
(The Ghost vanishes. I am a man again : pray you fit ftill. [The Lords rise. Lady. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the
Macb. You make me strange
Len. Good night, and better health
Exeunt Lords. Macb. It will have blood, they say; blood will
have blood; Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, that understood relations, have By magpies, and by choughs, and rooks brought forth The secret'st man of blood. -What is the night?
Lady. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
Macb. How fay'st thou, that Macduff denies his perAt our great bidding ?
[fon, lady. Did you send to him, Sir?
Macb. I hear it by the way ; but I will send : There's not a Thane of them, but in his house
I keep a fervant fee'd. I will to-morrow
Lady. You lack the Season of all Natures, Sleep.
S CE N E VI.
Changes to the Heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting Hecate. ; Witch. HY, how now, Hecať, you look an
Your Charms and every thing beside.
Come away, come away &c, 1 Witch. Come, let's make hafte, she'll soon be back again.
[Exeunt. S CE N E VII.
Changes io a Chamber.
Enter Lenox, and another Lord. Len. Y former speeches have but hit your
thoughts, Which can interpret farther: only, I say,
[can Things have been strangely borne. The gracious DunWas pitied of Macbeth -marry, he was dead: And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late. Whom, you may say, if't please, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled : men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous too It was for Malcolm, and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father? damned fact ! How did it grieve Macbeth? did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents tear,