Lady M. What, quite unmann'd in folly?[4229]
Macb. If I stand here, I saw him.[4229]
Lady M. Fie, for shame![4229]
Macb. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time,[4229][4235]75
Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;[4229][4236]
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd[4229][4237]
Too terrible for the ear: the time has been,[4229][4238]
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,[4229]
And there an end; but now they rise again,[4229] 80
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,[4229]
And push us from our stools: this is more strange[4229]
Than such a murder is.[4229]
Lady M. My worthy lord,
Your noble friends do lack you.
Macb. I do forget.[4239]
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; 85
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing
To those that know me. Come, love and health to all;[4240]
Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine, fill full.
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table,[4241]
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss; 90
Would he were here! to all and him we thirst,
And all to all.[4242]
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.[4243]
Re-enter Ghost.[4244]
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 95
Which thou dost glare with.
Lady M. Think of this, good peers,
But as a thing of custom: 'tis no other;
Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.