Lady Macbeth. Come on;
Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks;
Be bright and jovial 'mong your guests to-night.
Macbeth. So shall I, love; and so, I pray, be you;
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo;
Present him eminence,[147] both with eye and tongue:
Unsafe the while, that we
Must lave our honors in these flattering streams;
And make our faces vizards to our hearts,
Disguising what they are.