Lady Macbeth (cont.)
You shall offend him and extend his passion:
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
Macbeth
Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that
Which might appal the devil.
Lady Macbeth
This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said,
Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts,
Impostors to true fear, would well become
A woman’s story at a winter’s fire,
Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all’s done,
You look but on a stool.