LADY MACBETH: What, paralyzed by your foolishness?
MACBETH: As I stand here, I saw him.
LADY MACBETH: Nonsense!
MACBETH: Much blood was shed in ancient times, before there were laws to keep the peace. And since that time, murders have been committed—yes, too terrible to speak of. It used to be that when a man's brains were knocked out, he would die, and that would be the end.
But now they rise again, with twenty fatal wounds on their heads, and push us off our chairs. This is stranger than a murder.
LADY MACBETH: My worthy lord, your noble friends miss your company.
MACBETH: I forget my duties.