Macb. Where?
Len. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your highness?[4226]
Macb. Which of you have done this?
Lords. What, my good lord?
Macb. Thou canst not say I did it: never shake 50
Thy gory locks at me.
Ross. 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[4227] 55
He will again be well: if much you note him,
You shall offend him and extend his passion:
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?[4228][4229]
Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that[4229]
Which might appal the devil.[4229]
Lady M. O proper stuff![4229][4230] 60
This is the very painting of your fear:[4229][4231]
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,[4229]
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,[4229]
Impostors to true fear, would well become[4229][4232]
A woman's story at a winter's fire,[4229] 65
Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself![4229]
Why do you make such faces? When all's done,[4229]
You look but on a stool.[4229]
Macb. Prithee, see there! behold! look! lo! how say you?[4229][4233]
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.[4229] 70
If charnel-houses and our graves must send[4229]
Those that we bury back, our monuments[4229]
Shall be the maws of kites.[4229] [Exit Ghost.[4234]