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eyes. ‘And I wouldn’t turn a hair. Or come back to life and challenge me to
               single combat. If I flinch then, you can call me a coward.’

               He flung himself to his knees. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His red eyes
               contrasted starkly with his white face. ‘Go, please go, horrible ghost. Unreal
               thing! Go!’


               Suddenly he looked round at the stunned guests. He stood up unsteadily. ‘It’s
               gone. And I’m a man again.’ He was speaking haltingly, as though in pain.
               ‘Please,’ he said. ‘Sit down.’

               ‘It’s too late. You’ve ruined the atmosphere and destroyed the dinner with an
               astonishing loss of control,’ whispered Lady Macbeth fiercely.


               ‘Can it be?’ he said. He was speaking softly, as though to himself. They were
               all gazing at him in silence. ‘That something like that can happen without
               your being amazed? You make me doubt my senses when you can see such
               sights and keep your colour while I’m drained of mine.’


               ‘What sights, my Lord?’ said Ross.

               ‘I beg of you,’ said Lady Macbeth. ‘Don’t talk to him: he’s getting worse and
               worse. I’ll say good night to you all at the same time. Go now.’

               The lesser lords at the lower end of the table waited respectfully for the

               thanes.

               ‘Ignore the order of going!’ Lady Macbeth almost screamed. ‘Just go as
               quickly as you can!’


               Lennox was reluctant to leave but Lady Macbeth told him with a look that his
               presence wasn’t wanted. ‘Good night,’ he said. ‘I hope his Majesty will be
               better soon.’

               As the last one left Lady Macbeth dismissed the attendants and closed the
               doors. Macbeth was slumped on the floor.


               ‘It will have blood,’ he said. ‘They say blood will have blood. Gravestones
               have been known to tell on murderers and trees to speak their names.
               Soothsayers have used birds as omens to reveal secret murderers.’ He stood
               up. ‘What’s the time?’

               ‘Late.’


               Macbeth sat on his chair and adjusted his crown. ‘What do you think of
               Macduff, refusing to obey my command to come to our great banquet?’

               ‘Did you ask him why he wasn’t coming, Sir?’





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