Macbeth Act 4 Scene 3
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- MacbethWritten by William Shakespeare
- Malcom: Let us seek out some desolate shade and there weep our sad bosoms empty.
- Macduff: Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men bestride our downfall'n birthdom
- Bleed poor country Great tyrant lay thou thy basis sure for goodness dares not check thee
- This tyrant whose sole name blisters our tongues was thought honest.
- I grant him bloody, luxurious, avaricious, and false, but there's no bottom in my voluptuousness
- Boundless intemperance in nature is a tyranny. You may convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty.
- Fit to govern? No, not to live. These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself have banished me from Scotland. Thy hope ends here
- Macduff this noble passion, child of integrity and has reconciled my thoughts to thy good truth and honor
- Such welcome and unwelcome things at once tis hard to reconcile
- Well more anon. Comes the King forth I pray you?
- Who's that coming over here
- Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls that stay his cureBye,
- I thank you Doctor for informing us
- They killed my children too? And I must be thence! My wife killed too?
- Ross: Sir, Amen let your ears not despise my tongue forever. Your castle is surprised, your wife and babies savagely slaughtered
- Merciful Heaven. Dispute it like a man
- This tune goes manly. Come go we to the King. Our power is ready!
- I could play the women with mine eyes or within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Heaven forgive him too.
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