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Scene II] Macbeth 63 In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further. Lady Macbeth. Come on ; Gentle my lord, sleek o'er your rugged looks; Be bright and jovial among your guests to-night. Macbeth. So shall I, love ; and so, I pray, be you : Let your remembrance apply to Banquo ; 30 Present him eminence, both with eye and tongue : Unsafe the while, that we Must lave our honours in these flattering streams, And make our faces visards to our hearts, Disguising what they are. Lady Macbeth. You must leave this. Macbeth. O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife ! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady Macbeth. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macbeth. There's comfort yet ; they are assail- able; Then be thou jocund : ere the bat hath flown 40 His cloister'd flight ; ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note. 39-44. Find examples of onomatopoeia in this and in the last speech in this scene.