MACBETH: Which one of you has done this?
LORDS: What, my good lord?
MACBETH: You cannot say I did it! Don't shake your bloody head at me!
ROSS: Gentlemen, rise. His highness is not well.
LADY MACBETH: Sit, worthy friends. My lord is often like this and has been since he was a child. I pray, stay seated. His fits are brief—in a moment, he will be well again. If you pay too much attention to him, you will offend him and make him worse. Eat, and regard him not.