Macbeth comic
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- His absence, sir,Lays blame upon his promise. Please ’t your highnessTo grace us with your royal company?
- Here had we now our country’s honor roofed,Were the graced person of our Banquo present,Who may I rather challenge for unkindnessThan pity for mischance.
- What, my good lord?
- Which of you have done this?
- You can’t say I did it. Don’t shake your bloody head at me.
- Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often thusAnd hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat.The fit is momentary; upon a thoughtHe will again be well. If much you note him,You shall offend him and extend his passion.
- Gentlemen, rise. His highness is not well.
- Prithee, see there! Behold! Look! Lo! How say you?Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak too.If charnel houses and our graves must sendThose that we bury back, our monumentsShall be the maws of kites.
- O proper stuff!This is the very painting of your fear.This is the air-drawn dagger which you saidLed you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts,Impostors to true fear, would well becomeA woman’s story at a winter’s fire,Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!Why do you make such faces? When all’s done,You look but on a stool.
- Fie, for shame!
- You have ruined our good cheer and disrupted the gathering by making a spectacle of yourself.
- Look, now that it’s gone, I’m a man again. Please, remain seated.
- Can things like this happen so suddenly without making us all astonished? You make me feel like I don’t know myself, when I see you looking at these terrible things and keeping a straight face, while my face has gone white with fear.
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