Macb. Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too. Those that we bury back, our monuments Shall be the maws of kites. Lady M. 71 [Exit Ghost. 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, Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd 80 That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Lady M. Macb. My worthy lord, Your noble friends do lack you. I do forget. I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to all; Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine, fill full. Lords. 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 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: 100 Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, Why, so being gone, I am a man again. Pray you, sit still. Lady M. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good Macb. Ross. meeting, With most admired disorder. Can such things be, 110 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 is blanch'd with fear. What sights, my lord? Lady M. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and Len. worse; Question enrages him: at once, good night: But go at once. Attend his majesty! Lady M. Good night; and better health 120 A kind good night to all! [Exeunt all but Macbeth and Lady M. Macb. It will have blood: they say blood will have blood: Stones have been known to move and trees to speak; Augures and understood relations have By maggot-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 Lady M. There's not a one of them but in his house 130 I keep a servant fee'd. I will to-morrow, By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good 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. 140 Lady M. You lack the season of all natures, sleep. Macb. Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear that wants hard use: We are yet but young in deed. [Exeunt. Thunder. Scene V. A heath. 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 over-bold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth Meet me i' the morning: thither he Your charms and every thing beside. 10 20 |