Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Macbeth.
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¶King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
¶To be his Purueyor: But he rides well,
460And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him
¶We are your guest to night.
¶La. Your Seruants euer,
¶Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
¶Still to returne your owne.
¶King. Giue me your hand:
¶Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly,
¶And shall continue, our Graces towards him.
Exeunt
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Scena Septima.
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Ho-boyes. Torches.
475Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twer well,
¶Could trammell vp the Consequence, and catch
¶Might be the be all, and the end all. Heere,
480But heere, vpon this Banke and Schoole of time,
¶We still haue iudgement heere, that we but teach
¶Bloody Instructions, which being taught, returne
¶To plague th' Inuenter. This euen-handed Iustice
485Commends th' Ingredience of our poyson'd Challice
¶To our owne lips. Hee's heere in double trust;
¶Hath borne his Faculties so meeke; hath bin
¶So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues
¶Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd against
¶The deepe damnation of his taking off:
495And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe,
¶Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd
¶Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,
¶That teares shall drowne the winde. I haue no Spurre
500To pricke the sides of my intent, but onely
¶Vaulting Ambition, which ore-leapes it selfe,
¶And falles on th' other.
Enter Lady.
¶How now? What Newes?
¶La. Know you not, he ha's?
¶He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
¶Golden Opinions from all sorts of people,
¶La. Was the hope drunke,
¶And wakes it now to looke so greene, and pale,
515At what it did so freely? From this time,
¶Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd
¶To be the same in thine owne Act, and Valour,
520And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?
¶Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,
¶Like the poore Cat i'th' Addage.
¶Macb. Prythee peace:
¶I dare do all that may become a man,
525Who dares no more, is none.
¶That made you breake this enterprize to me?
¶When you durst do it, then you were a man:
¶And to be more then what you were, you would
530Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place
¶Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
¶Do's vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and know
¶How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
535I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
¶As you haue done to this.
540Lady. We faile?
¶And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is asleepe,
¶(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney
¶Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines
¶That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,
¶Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reason
¶Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,
550What cannot you and I performe vpon
¶Th' vnguarded Duncan? What not put vpon
¶Of our great quell.
¶Macb. Bring forth Men-Children onely:
¶Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiu'd,
¶Of his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers,
¶That they haue don't?
560Lady. Who dares receiue it other,
¶As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore,
¶Vpon his Death?
¶Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat.
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Exeunt.
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Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
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Enter Banquo, and Fleance, with a Torch
570before him.
¶Banq. How goes the Night, Boy?
¶Fleance. The Moone is downe: I haue not heard the
¶Clock.
575Fleance. I take't, 'tis later, Sir.
¶Banq. Hold, take my Sword:
¶There's Husbandry in Heauen,
¶Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.
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