This tyrants, whose sole name blisters our tongues, was once thought honest; you have lov'd him well. How do I know you are not working with Macbeth?
I am not treacherous.
Dia: 2
If Macbeth is defeated then my poor country shall have more vices than it had before.
what do you mean?
Dia: 3
It is myself...I know all the particulars of vice. There's no bottom in my voluptuousness. No amount of women could fill up the cistern of my lust and desire.
Still , you should take the throne and you may convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty and yet seem cold.
Dia: 4
Not only this, if I were king, I should cut off the nobles for their lands, desire his jewels, and I should forge quarrels unjust against the good and loyal, destroying them for wealth.
O Scotland, Scotland!Fit to govern? No, not to live.O my breast, thy hope ends here.
Dia: 5
Your noble passion has reconciled my thoughts to they good truth and honour. I was testing you when I laid taints and blames upon myself. What I truly is thine, and my poor country's, to command. Let us work together to defeat Macbeth!
Dia: 6
Bring thou this fiend of Scotland and myself; Within my sword's length set him.
Macduff, your castle is surprised; your wife and babes savagely slaughter'd
Let grief convert to anger. Blunt not the heart, but enrage it.