Page 2128 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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His absence, sir,
Lays blame upon his promise. Please’t your highness
To grace us with your royal company?
MACBETH
The table’s full.
LENNOX
Here is a place reserved, sir.
MACBETH
Where?
LENNOX
Here, my good lord. What is’t that moves your highness?
MACBETH
Which of you have done this?
LORDS
What, my good lord?
MACBETH
Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
Thy gory locks at me. [50]
ROSS
Gentleman, rise. His highness is not well.
LADY
[descends from her throne] 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. − Are you a man?
