text:  And when at last indignant at Macbeth's terrors stung by conscience and alarmed at the result of an up-breaking of the banquet with such rumours in their lips she rushed towards her unhappy husband and burst out with the words still though but whispered yet intensely poured into his passive ear-- "Are you a _man_? This is the very painting of your fear! This is the air-drawn dagger which you said Led you to Duncan!-- Why do you make such faces? When all's done _You look but on a stool_!" In those accents all else was forgotten