MACBETH: Be gone, and get out of my sight! Get back into your grave! Your bones are marrowless, your blood is cold—you stare at me with eyes that have no power to see!
LADY MACBETH: Good friends, think of this as nothing more than a strange habit. It is nothing—it simply spoils the pleasure of our company.
MACBETH: What any other man dares, I will dare. Approach me like a rugged bear, like an armed rhinoceros, like a seething tiger. Take any shape other than the one you wear now, and I will stand firm! Or else be alive again, and challenge me with your sword. If I tremble then, call me a baby of a girl. Away, horrible spirit! False mockery, away!