475Macb. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twer well,

476It were done quickly: If th'Assassination

477Could trammell vp the Consequence, and catch

478With his surcease, Successe: that but this blow

479Might be the be all, and the end all. Heere,

480But heere, vpon this Banke and Schoole of time,

481Wee'ld iumpe the life to come. But in these Cases,

482We still haue iudgement heere, that we but teach

483Bloody Instructions, which being taught, returne

484To plague th'Inuenter, This euen-handed Iustice

485Commends th'Ingredience of our poyson'd Challice

486To our owne lips. Hee's heere in double trust;

487First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,

488Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,

489Who should against his Murtherer shut the doore,

490Not beare the knife my selfe. Besides, this Duncane

491Hath borne his Faculties so meeke; hath bin

492So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues

493Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd against

494The deepe damnation of his taking off:

495And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe,

496Striding the blast, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd

497Vpon the sightlesse Curriors of the Ayre,

498Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,

499That teares shall drowne the winde. I haue no Spurre

500To pricke the sides of my intent, but onely

501Vaulting Ambition, which ore-leapes it selfe,

502And falles on th'other. Enter Lady.

503How now? What Newes?

504La. He has almost supt: why haue you left the chamber?

505Mac. Hath he ask'd for me?

506La. Know you not, he ha's?

507Mac. We will proceed no further in this Businesse:

508He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought

509Golden Opinions from all sorts of people,

510Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,

511Not cast aside so soone.

512La. Was the hope drunke,

513Wherein you drest your selfe? Hath it slept since?

514And wakes it now to looke so greene, and pale,

515At what it did so freely? From this time,

516Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd

517To be the same in thine owne Act, and Valour,

518As thou art in desire? Would'st thou haue that

519Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,

520And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?

521Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,

522Like the poore Cat i'th'Addage.

523Macb. Prythee peace:

524I dare do all that may become a man,

525Who dares no more, is none.

526La. What Beast was't then

527That made you breake this enterprize to me?

528When you durst do it, then you were a man:

529And to be more then what you were, you would

530Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place

531Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:

532They haue made themselues, and that their fitnesse now

533Do's vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and know

534How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,

535I would, while it was smyling in my Face,

536Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelesse Gummes,

537And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne

538As you haue done to this.

539Macb. If we should faile?

540Lady. We faile?

541But screw your courage to the sticking place,

542And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is asleepe,

543(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney

544Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines

545Will I with Wine, and Wassell, so conuince,

546That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,

547Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reason

548A Lymbeck onely: when in Swinish sleepe,

549Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,

550What cannot you and I performe vpon

551Th'vnguarded Duncan? What not put vpon

552His spungie Officers? who shall beare the guilt

553Of our great quell.

554Macb. Bring forth Men-Children onely:

555For thy vndaunted Mettle should compose

556Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiu'd,

557When we haue mark'd with blood those sleepie two

558Of his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers,

559That they haue don't?

560Lady. Who dares receiue it other,

561As we shall make our Griefes and Clamor rore,

562Vpon his Death?

563Macb. I am settled, and bend vp

564Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat.

565Away, and mock the time with fairest show,

566False Face must hide what the false Heart doth know.