MACBETH: Why, now that it is gone, I am a man again. Please, remain seated.
LADY MACBETH: You have disrupted our good cheer with the spectacle of your illness.
MACBETH: Can such things happen without astonishing us? You make me feel as if I don't know myself, when I see you beholding these terrible sights without losing the color in your cheeks, when mine has gone with fear.
ROSS: What sights, my lord?
LADY MACBETH: I pray you, do not speak to him. He grows worse and worse, and questions will enrage him. Everyone, good night. don’t bother filing out by rank—just go at once.