MRS. SWDONS AS LADY MACBETH 63 



Macbeth. Where ? 



Lennox. Here, my good lord. What is't that moves your high- 

 ness ? 5 



Macbeth. Which of you have done this ? 



Lennox. What, my good lord ? 



Macbeth. Thou canst not say, I did it : never shake 

 Thy gory locks at me. 



Ross. Gentlemen, rise : his highness is not well. 



Lady. 51 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 you much note him, 

 You shall offend him, and extend his passion ; 

 Feed, and regard him not. Are you a 'man ? 52 



Macbeth. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that 

 Which might appal the devil. 



Lady. 53 O, proper stuff ! 

 This is the very painting of your fear : 

 This is the air-drawn dagger, which, you said, 

 Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts 

 (Impostors to true fear) would well become 

 A woman's story, at a winter's fire, 53 

 Authorised by her grandam. Shame itself ! 

 5 1 Why do you make such faces 1 When all's done, 

 You look but on a stool. 54 



Macbeth. Prithee, see there ! behold ! look ! lo ! how say you 1 

 Why, what care I ? If thou canst nod, speak too. 

 If charnel-houses and our graves must send 

 Those that we bury back, our monuments 

 Shall be the maws of kites. [Ghost vanishes. 



Lady. What, quite unmann'd in folly ? 



Macbeth. If I stand here, I saw him. 



Lady. Fie, for shame ! 55 



Re-enter Ghost. 



Macbeth. 56 Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! 

 Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; 



51 Descends. 5Z Comes up to him and catches his hand. Voice suppressed. 



53 Peevish and scornful. 



54 In his ear, as if to bring him back to objects of common life. Her 

 anxiety makes you creep with apprehension : uncertain how to act. Her emotion 

 keeps you breathless. 55 Returns to her seat ; this whispered. 



56 Her secret agony again agitates her. 



