After Banquo's bloody ghost crashes and ruins Macbeth's and Lady Macbeth's formal dinner party and all the guests are hastily sent home, Macbeth is scared and unnerved. He is now desperate to know his future:
I will tomorrow,
And betimes I will, to the weird sisters.
More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know,
By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good
All causes shall give way.
His plan is to visit the witches as soon as possible. He's ready to kill and kill again in order to free himself from the fears that shake him nightly.
Lady Macbeth, who has just witnessed his bizarre behavior at dinner (she didn't see any ghost), thinks maybe her husband is just over-tired; she says, "You lack the season of all natures, sleep."
It's a lot more than that, and she probably knows it by now.
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