Act III Scene 4
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- The Banquet
- Here had we now our country's honor roofed, were the graced person of our Banquo present, who may I rather challenge for unkindness than pity for mischance.
- Banquo's ghost appears in Macbeth's seat and only he can see it.
- His absence, sir, lays blame upon his promise. Please't your highness to grace us with your royal company.
- What, my good lord?-------Gentlemen, rise. His Highness is not well.
- 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 He will again be well. If much you note him You shall offend him and extend his passion. Feed and regard him not.
- Which of you have done this? ---------[to the ghost]Thou canst not say I did it. Never shake Thy gory locks at me.
- Are you a man ?-------O, proper stuff! This the very painting of your fear. This is the air-drawn dagger which you said led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, imposters to true fear, would well become a woman's story at a winter's fire, authorized by her grandma. Shame itself! Why do you make such faces? When all's done, you look but on a stool.
- Prithee, see there. Behold, look! [To the Ghost.] Lo, how say you? Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.--- If charnel houses and our graves must send those that we bury back, our monuments shall be the maws of kites.
- I do forget.-- Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends. I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me. Come, love and health to all. Then I'll sit down.--Give me some wine. Fill full. [Enter ghost]I drink to th' general joy o' th' whole table and to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss. Would he were here! To all, and him we thirst, and all to all.
- My worthy lord, your noble friends do lack you.
- What man dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, the armed rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan tiger; take any shape but that, and my firm nerves shall never tremble. Or be alive again and dare me to the desert with thy sword. If trembling I inhabit then, protest me the baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mock'ry, hence
- Good night, and better health attend his majesty.
- I pray you, speak not. He grows worse and worse. Questions enrages him. At once, good night. Stand not upon the order of your going, but go at once.
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