Макбет
Scene IV. The same. Hall in the palace.
Ross:Hisabsence,sir,
Laysblameuponhispromise.Please’tyourhighness
Tograceuswithyourroyalcompany.
Macbeth:Thetable’sfull.
Lennox:Hereisaplacereserved,sir.
Macbeth:Where?
Lennox:Here,mygoodlord.Whatis’tthatmovesyourhighness?
Macbeth:Whichofyouhavedonethis?
Lords:What,mygoodlord?
Macbeth:ThoucanstnotsayIdidit:nevershake
Thygorylocksatme.
Ross:Gentlemen,rise:hishighnessisnotwell.
LadyMacbeth:Sit,worthyfriends:mylordisoftenthus,
Andhathbeenfromhisyouth:prayyou,keepseat;
Thefitismomentary;uponathought
Hewillagainbewell:ifmuchyounotehim,
Youshalloffendhimandextendhispassion:
Feed,andregardhimnot.Areyouaman?
Macbeth:Ay,andaboldone,thatdarelookonthat
Whichmightappalthedevil.
LadyMacbeth:Oproperstuff!
Thisistheverypaintingofyourfear:
Thisistheair-drawndaggerwhich,yousaid,
LedyoutoDuncan.O,theseflawsandstarts,
Impostorstotruefear,wouldwellbecome
Awoman’sstoryatawinter’sfire,
Authorizedbyhergrandam.Shameitself!
Whydoyoumakesuchfaces?Whenall’sdone,
Youlookbutonastool.
