Page 2131 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

MACBETH

What man dare, I dare.
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, [100]

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 mockery, hence!
Exit Ghost.
Why, so; being gone,

I am a man again. − Pray you sit still.

LADY

You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting
With most admired disorder.

MACBETH
Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer’s cloud, [110]
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 is blanched with fear.

ROSS

What sights, my lord?

LADY
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