Macbeth & Ross

MACBETH: “… Now, good digestion wait on appetite

And health on both!”

May’t please your Highness sit.

MACBETH: “… Who may I rather challenge for unkindness

Than pity for mischance.”

His absense, sir.

Lays blame upon his promise. Please’t your Highness

To grace us with your royal company?

MACBETH: “The table’s full.”

Here is a place reserved, sir.

MACBETH: “Where?”

Here, my good lord. What is’t that moves your

Highness?

MACBETH: “… Never shake

Thy gory locks at me.”

Gentlemen, rise. His Highness is not well.

MACBETH: “… And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks

When mine is blanched with fear.”

What sights, my lord?

LADY MACBETH: “… Stand not upon the order of your going,

But go at once.”

Good night, and better health

Attend his Majesty.