Macbeth
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- How now? What news?
- he has almost supped. Why have you left the chamber?
- hath he asked for me?
- Know you not he has?
- We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honored me of late, and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people,Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.
- Was the hope drunk Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?
- And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what if did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valor as thou art in desire? wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem's the ornament of life and live a coward in thine own esteem, letting " I dare not" wait upon : I would," Like the poor cat i' th' adage?
- Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares to more is none.
- That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And to be more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both.
- We fail?
- They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender ' tis to love the babe that milks me. I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have Plucked my nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
- If we should fail -
- But screw your courage to the sticking place And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep (Whereto the rather shall his day's hard Journey soundly invite him), his two chamberlains Will I with Wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie as in a death, What cannot you and i perform upon Th' unguarded Duncan ? What not put upon His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt Of our great quell?
- When we have marked with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber and used their very daggers, That they have done't?
- Bring forth men-children only, For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
- Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar Upon his death?
- I am settled and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show. False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
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