I dare do all that may become a man ; Macbeth. If we should fail, Lady Macbeth. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking place, Macbeth. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, Is this a dagger which I see before me, (Exit Servant.) The handle toward my hand? come, let me clutch thee:-- I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but As this which now I draw; Thou marshal'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Thus to mine eyes.-Now o'er the one half world Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. I go, and it is done; the bell invites me, (A bell rings.) [Exit. Act 2, Sc. 1. Macbeth. One cried, God bless us ! and Amen, the other; As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. List'ning their fear, I could not say, Amen, When they did say, God bless us. Lady Macbeth. Consider it not so deeply. Macbeth. But wherefore could not I pronounce, Amen? I had most need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. Lady Macbeth. These deeds must not be thought After these ways; so, it will make us mad. Macbeth. Methought, I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep: Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;-Sc. 2. Macbeth. Better be with the dead, In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Can touch him further!-Act 3, Sc. 2. Avaunt! and quit my Macbeth (to the ghost of BANQUO). Macbeth. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Rosse. Would, I could answer This comfort with the like! But I have words, Where hearing should not catch them. Macduff. What concern they? The general cause? or is it a fee-grief, Rosse. No mind, that's honest, But in it shares some woe; though the main part Macduff. If it be mine Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it. Rosse. Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard. Macduff Humph! I guess at it. Rosse. Your castle is surprised; your wife, and babes, Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, To add the death of you. Malcolm. Merciful heaven !— What, man! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows; Rosse. Wife, children, servants, all Let's make us med'cines of our great revenge, To cure this deadly grief. Macduff. He has no children.-All my pretty ones? Did you say, all?-O! hell-kite!-All? What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop? Malcolm. Dispute it like a man. I shall do so; But I must also feel it as a man; I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.-Did heaven look on, Not for their own demerits, but for mine Fell slaughter on their souls; Heaven rest them now! Malcolm. Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it. Macduff. O! I could play the woman with mine eyes, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; Malcolm. This tune goes manly. Come, go we to the king: our power is ready : Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may; Sc. 3. Doctor. . . Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles: Infected minds (Exeunt).—Act 4, To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.-Act. 5, Sc. 1. Angus... Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe Now does he feel his title Thou cream-fac'd loon! Upon a dwarfish thief.-Sc. 2. Macbeth (to a servant). . . ... Where gott'st thou that goose look ? Servant. There is ten thousand Macbeth. Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Are counsellers to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Servant. The English force, so please you. Macbeth. Take thy face hence.-Seyton !-I am sick at heart When I behold-Seyton, I say!—this push Will cheer me ever, or disseat me now. I have liv'd long enough; my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf: And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny but dare not. Seyton!-(enter SEYTON). Seyton. What is your gracious pleasure? Macbeth. What news more? Seyton. All is confirm'd, my lord, which was reported. Macbeth. I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hack'd. Give me my armour. R Macbeth. I'll put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Doctor. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, Can'st thou not minister to a mind diseas'd! Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff, Doctor. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macbeth. Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it:-Sc. 3. Macbeth. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Macbeth. Blow, wind! come wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back. Philip Faulconbridge. Against whose fury and unmatched force, The awless lion could not wage the fight, Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand.-Act 1, Sc. 1. Archduke of Austria. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss, As seal to this indenture of my love; That to my home I will no more return, Till Angiers, and the right thou hast in France, |