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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.