Macb. The table 's full. Len. Macb. Where? Here is a place reserv'd, sir. Len. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness? Macb. Which of you have done this? Lords. What, my good lord? Macb. Thou canst not say I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me. Ross. Gentlemen, rise; his highness is not well. Lady M. Sit, worthy friends :-my lord is often thus, He will again be well: if much you note him, Lady M. O proper stuff! This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, 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. Macb. Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. If charnel-houses and our graves must send Those that we bury back, our monuments Shall be the maws of kites. Lady M. [Ghost disappears. What, quite unmann'd in folly? Fie, for shame! Macb. If I stand here, I saw him. Lady M. Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time, Ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;(62) Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for th' ear: the time has been,(63) (64) That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Lady M. My worthy lord, I do forget: Your noble friends do lack you. Macb. Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; Our duties, and the pledge. Re-enter Ghost. 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 Think of this, good peers, Which thou dost glare with! Macb. What man dare, I dare: [Ghost disappears. 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 When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine are blanch'd with fear. (66) Ross. 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, But go at once. Len. Good night; and better health. Attend his majesty! Lady M. A kind good night to all! [Exeunt all except Macbeth and Lady M. By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth 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? I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow— Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Strange things I have in head, that will to hand; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd. Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. Is the initiate fear, that wants hard use :- We are yet but young in deed. [Exeunt. SCENE V. A heath. Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meeting HECATE. First Witch. Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly. Hec. Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death; Meet me i' the morning: thither he There hangs a vaporous drop profound; And Is mortals' chiefest enemy. [Music and song within, "Come away, come away," &c.(69) Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. [Exit. First Witch. Come, let's make haste; she'll soon be back again. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Forres. A room in the palace. Enter LENNOX and another Lord,(70) Len. My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan To kill their gracious father? damned fact! That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? That, had he Duncan's sons under his key,— As, an't please heaven, he shall not,-they should find Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell Where he bestows himself? Lord. The son(74) of Duncan, From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth, |