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148 A Restoration Version of Act III Macb. Thou canst not say I did it ; never shake Thy goary Locks at me. Seat. Gentlemen rise, his Highness is not well. La. Macb. Sit worthy friends, my Lord is often thus. And hath been from his youth; pray keep your Seats, The fit is ever sudden if you take notice of it, You shall offend him, and provoke his passion, In a moment he'l be well again. Are you a man? Macb. Ay, and a bold one ; that dare look on that Which wou'd distract the Devil. La. Macb. 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 Fits and Starts, (Impostors to true fear) wou'd well become A womans story, authorized by her Grandam, Why do you stare thus? When all's done You look but on a Chair. Macb. Prethee see there, how say you now ! 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. La. Macb. What quite unmann'd in folly? (The Ghost descends. Macb. If I stand here, I saw it: La. Macb. Fye, for shame. Macb. 'Tis not the first of Murders; blood was shed E're humane Law decreed it for a sin. Ay, and since Murthers, too have been committeed Too terrible for the Ear. The time has been, That when the brains were out, the man wou'd dye ; And there lie still; but now they rife again And thrust us from our Seats.
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