Those that we bury back, our monuments73
Shall be the maws of kites.
[Exit Ghost.]74
LADY MACBETH What, quite unmanned in folly?
MACBETH
If I stand here, I saw him.
LADY MACBETH Fie, for shame!
MACBETH
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal;77
Ay, and since too, murders have been performed
Too terrible for the ear. The time has been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,80
And there an end. But now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,82
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
LADY MACBETH My worthy lord,
Your noble
friends do lack you.
MACBETH 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.
I drink to th' general joy o' th' whole table,90
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss.
Would he were here! Enter Ghost.92
To all, and him we thirst,
And all to all.93
LORDS Our duties, and the pledge.