1.7.0.2472Hautboys. Torches. 473Enter a sewer and divers servants with dishes and service 474over the stage. Then enter Macbeth. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
1.7.2476It were done quickly. If th'assassination
1.7.3477Could trammel up the consequence and catch
1.7.4478With his surcease success, that but this blow
1.7.5479Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
1.7.6480But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
1.7.7481We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases,
1.7.8482We still have judgment here, that we but teach
1.7.9483Bloody instructions which, being taught, return
1.7.10484To plague th'inventor. This even-handed justice
1.7.11485Commends th'ingredience of our poisoned chalice
1.7.12486To our own lips. He's here in double trust:
1.7.13487First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
1.7.14488Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
1.7.15489Who should against his murderer shut the door,
1.7.16490Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
1.7.17491Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
1.7.18492So clear in his great office, that his virtues
1.7.19493Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued against
1.7.20494The deep damnation of his taking off;
1.7.22496Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
1.7.23497Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
1.7.24498Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye
1.7.25499That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
1.7.26500To prick the sides of my intent, but only
1.7.27501Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on th'other-- 503How now, what news?
He has almost supped. Why have you left the chamber?
Hath he asked for me?
Hath he asked for me? Know you not he has?
We will proceed no further in this business.
1.7.32508He hath honored me of late and I have bought
1.7.33509Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
1.7.34510Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon. Was the hope drunk
1.7.36513Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?
1.7.37514And wakes it now to look so green and pale
1.7.38515At what it did so freely? From this time
516Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
1.7.40517To be the same in thine own act and valor
1.7.41518As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
1.7.42519Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
1.7.43520And live a coward in thine own esteem,
1.7.44521Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would"
Like the poor cat i'th' adage? Prithee, peace.
1.7.46524I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none. What beast was't then
1.7.48527That made you break this enterprise to me?
1.7.49528When you durst do it, then you were a man.
1.7.50529And to be more than what you were, you would
1.7.51530Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
1.7.52531Did then adhere, and yet you would make both.
1.7.53532They have made themselves and that their fitness now
1.7.54533Does unmake you. I have given suck and know
1.7.55534How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me;
1.7.56535I would, while it was smiling in my face,
1.7.57536Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums
1.7.58537And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn
As you have done to this. If we should fail?
We fail.
1.7.61541But screw your courage to the sticking place
1.7.62542And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep,
1.7.63543Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
1.7.64544Soundly invite him, his two chamberlains
1.7.65545Will I with wine and wassail so convince
1.7.66546That memory, the warder of the brain,
1.7.67547Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
1.7.68548A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep
1.7.69549Their drenchèd natures lies as in a death,
1.7.71551Th'unguarded Duncan? What not put upon
1.7.72552His spongy officers who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell? Bring forth men-children only:
1.7.74555For thy undaunted mettle should compose
1.7.75556Nothing but males. Will it not be received
1.7.76557When we have marked with blood those sleepy two
1.7.77558Of his own chamber, and used their very daggers,
That they have done't? Who dares receive it other,
1.7.79561As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
Upon his death? I am settled and bend up
1.7.81564Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
1.7.82565Away, and mock the time with fairest show,
1.7.83566False face must hide what the false heart doth know.