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68 Macbeth [Act III No teeth for the present. Get thee gone: to- morrow We'll hear ourselves again. [Exit Murderer. Lady Macbeth. My royal lord, You do not give the cheer : the feast is sold That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a-making, Tis given with welcome: to feed were best at home ; From thence the sauce to meat is ceremony ; Meeting were bare without it. Macbeth. Sweet remembrancer! Now good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both ! Lennox. May't please your highness sit. [The Ghost of Banquo enters, and sits in Mac- beth 's place Macbeth. Here had we now our country's hon- our roof'd 40 Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present ; Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Than pity for mischance! Ross. His absence, sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please't your high- ness To grace us with your royal company? Macbeth. The table's full. 41. Explain the tragic irony here.