Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws, and starts, Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself! Macb. Pr'ythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.- Shall be the maws of kites. Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly? Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Lady M. Fie, for shame! Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i'the olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal 40; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Lady M. My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you. Macb. I do forget : Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; To those that know me. Come, love and health to all; Then I'll sit down:-Give me some wine, fill full : I drink to the general joy of the whole table, Ghost rises. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss ; Lords. Our duties, and the pledge. Macb. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! Lady M. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other; Mach. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, [Ghost disappears. Unreal mockery, hence !-Why, so ;-being gone, I am a man again.-Pray you, sit still. Lady M. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Macb. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange 41 Even to the disposition that I owe ", When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine are blanch'd with fear. Rosse. What sights, my lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; Question enrages him: at once, good night : Stand not upon the order of your going, Macb. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, and understood relations 42, haye By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.—What is the night? Lady M. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Macb. How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person, At our great bidding? Lady M. Did you send to him, sir? Macb. I hear it by the way; but I will send : There's not a one of them, but in his house More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. Macb. Come, we'll to sleep: My strange and selfabuse Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use: We are yet but young in deed. SCENE V. The Heath. [Exeunt. Thunder. Enter HECATE 43, meeting the three Witches. 1 Witch. Why, how now, Hecate? you look an gerly. dare Hec. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, And, which is worse, all you have done Meet me i'the morning; thither he Great business must be wrought ere noon : There hangs a vaporous drop profound"; |