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  MACBETH. If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well

    It were done quickly. If the assassination

    Could trammel up the consequence, and catch,

    With his surcease, success; that but this blow

    Might be the be-all and the end-all – here,

    But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,

    We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases

    We still have judgement here, that we but teach

    Bloody instructions, which being taught return

    To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice

    Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice

    To our own lips. He's here in double trust:

    First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,

    Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,

    Who should against his murtherer shut the door,

    Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan

    Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been

    So clear in his great office, that his virtues

    Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against

    The deep damnation of his taking-off,

    And pity, like a naked new-born babe

    Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin horsed

    Upon the sightless couriers of the air,

    Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

    That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur

    To prick the sides of my intent, but only

    Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself

    And falls on the other.

    How now, what news?

  LADY MACBETH. He has almost supp'd. Why have you left the

chamber?

  MACBETH. Hath he ask'd for me?

  LADY MACBETH. Know you not he has?

  MACBETH. We will proceed no further in this business:

    He hath honor'd 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.

  LADY MACBETH. Was the hope drunk

    Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since?

    And wakes it now, to look so green and pale

    At what it 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'st 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' the adage?

  MACBETH. Prithee, peace!

    I dare do all that may become a man;

    Who dares do more is none.

  LADY MACBETH. What beast wast then

    That made you break this enterprise to me?

    When you durst do it, then you were a man,

    And, to be more than what you were, you would

    Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place

    Did then adhere, and yet you would make both.

    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 pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums

    And dash'd the brains out had I so sworn as you

    Have done to this.

  MACBETH. If we should fail?

  LADY MACBETH. We 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

    The unguarded Duncan? What not put upon

    His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt

    Of our great quell?

  MACBETH. Bring forth men-children only,

    For thy undaunted mettle should compose

    Nothing but males. Will it not be received,

    When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two

    Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,

    That they have done't?

  LADY MACBETH. Who dares receive it other,

    As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar

    Upon his death?

  MACBETH. 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.