Page 2130 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Too terrible for the ear. The times has been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end. But now they rise again
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, [80]

And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.

LADY
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!

Enter Ghost.
I drink to the general joy o’the whole table,
And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss.
Would he were here! To all − and him − we thirst, [90]
And all to all.

LORDS
Our duties and the pledge!

MACBETH
[sees the Ghost] Avaunt, and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold.
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with.

LADY

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