You cannot say I did it! Don't shake your gory looks at me!
Which of you has done this?
Lords: What, my good lord?
Here, my lord. What is upsetting Your Highness?
Gentlemen, rise. His Highness is not well.
Yes, and a bold one, that dares to look at what might scare the devil.
Sit, good friends. My lord is often like this and has been since his youth. Please, stay in your seats. The fit will soon pass He'll be well again in a moment. If you take too much notice, you'll offend him and extend my fit. Eat up, and ignore him. Are you a man?
See there - look! There! Now what do you say? Wy, do I care? If you can nod, speak too if graves and tombs will send back those we bury, we'd better feed our courses to the vultures!
Oh really! This is a fear of your imagination. This is that airborne dagger which you said ed you to Duncan! Oh, these fits and starts - these fake fears - would be better suit an old wife's tale told at a winter fireside. Shame on you! Why are you making such faces? When all is said and done, you are on looking at a stool!