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May it please your highness sit? [The Ghost of Banquo rises, and sits in
His absence, sir,
Macb. The table's full.
Here's a place reserv'd, sir.
Here, my lord. What is't that moves your highness? Macb. Which of you have done this? Lords.
What, my good lord ! Macb. Thou can'st not say, I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me.
Rosse. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well.
Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :--my lord is often thus, And hath been from his youth: pray you, keep seat; The fit is momentary; upon a thought* He will again be well : If much you note him, You shall offend him, and extend his passion t; Feed, and regard him not.--Are you a man?
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M.
O proper stuff: This the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws f, and starts, (Impostors to true fear) would well become A woman's story, at a winter's fire, Authoriz'd by her grandam. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, You look but on a stool.
* As quick as thought. Prolong his suffering. # Sudden gusts.
Macb. Prythee, see there! behold! look! lo! how
Lady M. What! quite unmann'd in folly?
Fie, for shame!
My worthy lord,
I do forget:-
full :I drink to the general joy of the whole table,
[Ghost rises. And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; Would he were here! to all, and him, we thirst, And all to allt.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
Think of this, good peers,
tie. All good wishes to all,
But as a thing of custom; 'tis no other;
Macb. What man dare, I dare:
[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 With most admir'd disorder. [good meeting, Macb.
Can such things be, And overcome t us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange 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 ;
Good night, and better health
A kind good night to all!
[Exeunt Lords and Attendants. 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, have [forth By magot-pies $, and choughs, and rooks, brought The secret'st man of blood.
+ Pass over.
I CONJURE you, by that which you profess,
MALCOLM'S CHARACTER OF HIMSELF.
* Frothy. † Laid flat by the wind or rain.
In the division of each several crime,
O Scotland! Scotland !
Fit to govern!
Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul Wip'd the black scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth By many of these trains hath sought to win me Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me From over-credulous haste*: But God above Deal between thee and me! for even now I put myself to thy direction, and Unspeak mine own detraction : here abjure The taints and blames I laid upon myself, For strangers to my nature. I am yet Unknown to woman; never was forsworn; Scarcely have coveted what was mine own: At no time broke my faith ; would not betray The devil to his fellow; and delight No less in truth, than life: my first false speaking
* Over-hasty credulity.