LADY MACBETH. Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom: ’tis no other, Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. 

 MACBETH. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm’d 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! 

[Ghost disappears.]

 Why, so;—being gone, I am a man again.—Pray you, sit still. 

 LADY MACBETH. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting With most admir’d disorder. 

 MACBETH. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer’s cloud, Without our special wonder? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine are blanch’d with fear. 

 ROSS. What sights, my lord? 

 LADY MACBETH. I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse; Question enrages him. At once, good night:— Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. 

 LENNOX. Good night; and better health Attend his Majesty! 

 LADY MACBETH. A kind good night to all! 

[Exeunt all Lords and Attendants.]

 MACBETH. It will have blood, they say, blood will have blood. Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret’st man of blood.—What is the night? 

 LADY MACBETH. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. 

 MACBETH. How say’st thou, that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding? 

 LADY MACBETH. Did you send to him, sir? 

 MACBETH. I hear it by the way; but I will send. There’s not a one of them but in his house I keep a servant fee’d. I will tomorrow (And betimes I will) to the Weird Sisters: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning 

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