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48 Macbeth [Act II Banquo and Donalbain ! Malcolm ! awake ! m Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit. And look on death itself ! up, up, and see The great doom's image ! Malcolm ! Banquo ! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprites, To countenance this horror. Ring the bell. [Bell rings. Enter Lady Macbeth Lady Macbeth. What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? speak, speak! Macduff. O gentle lady, 'Tis not for you to hear what I can speak : The repetition, in a woman's ear, 70 Would murder as it fell. Enter Banquo O Banquo, Banquo S Our royal master's murder'd. Lady Macbeth. Woe, alas ! What, in our house? Banquo. Too cruel any where. Dear Duff, I prithee, contradict thyself, And say it is not so. Re-enter Macbeth and Lennox, with Ross Macbeth. Had I but died an hour before this chance,