![]() Their drenched natures lie as in a death, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,Īnd dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as youīut screw your courage to the sticking-place,Īnd we'll not fail. I would, while it was smiling in my face, How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: They have made themselves, and that their fitness nowĭoes unmake you. Nor time nor placeĭid then adhere, and yet you would make both: ![]() When you durst do it, then you were a man Īnd, to be more than what you were, you wouldīe so much more the man. That made you break this enterprise to me? Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, To be the same in thine own act and valourĪs thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since?Īnd wakes it now, to look so green and pale Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself To prick the sides of my intent, but only Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against So clear in his great office, that his virtues Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been Who should against his murderer shut the door, Strong both against the deed then, as his host, He's here in double trust įirst, as I am his kinsman and his subject, To plague the inventor: this even-handed justiceĬommends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice We still have judgment here that we but teachīloody instructions, which, being taught, return Might be the be-all and the end-all here,īut here, upon this bank and shoal of time, With his surcease success that but this blow It were done quickly: if the assassinationĬould trammel up the consequence, and catch If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Which shall to all our nights and days to come This night's great business into my dispatch Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,īut be the serpent under't. Look like the time bear welcome in your eye, Your face, my thane, is as a book where men Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,Īnd pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,Īnd take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,Īnd fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem Than wishest should be undone.' Hie thee hither,Īnd chastise with the valour of my tongueĪll that impedes thee from the golden round, That which cries 'Thus thou must do, if thou have it Īnd that which rather thou dost fear to do That wouldst thou holily wouldst not play false,Īnd yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'ldst have, great Glamis, The illness should attend it: what thou wouldst highly, To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great It is too full o' the milk of human kindness What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor ' by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. ![]() 'They met me in the day of success: and I have learned by the perfectest report, they have more in them than mortal knowledge.
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