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 Macbeth’s place.
Macbeth
Here had we now our country’s honour roof’d,
Were the graced 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 highness
To grace us with your royal company.
Macbeth
The table’s full.
Lennox
Here is a place reserved, sir.