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that his virtues
would plead like angels,
trumpet-tongued against
the deep damnation of his taking-off.
I have no spur
to prick the sides of my intent
but only vaulting ambition
which o'erleaps itself
and falls on the other.
We will proceed no further
in this business.
Was the hope drunk
wherein you dressed 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 valour
as thou art in desire?
Wouldst thou have that
which thou esteem'st the ornament of life
and live a coward in thy own esteem,
letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would"?
Prithee, peace.
I dare do all that may become a man.
Who dares do more is none.
What beast was't, 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.
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 plucked my nipple
from his boneless gums
had I so sworn,
as you have done, to this.
If we should fail?
We fail.
But screw your courage
to the sticking place
and we'll not fail.
When Duncan is asleep
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?
I am settled
and bend up each corporal agent
to this terrible feat.
Take my sword.
Take thee that too.
like lead upon me
and yet I would not sleep.
Merciful powers,
restrain in me the cursed thoughts
that nature gives way to in repose.
Is this a dagger
which I see before me?
Come,
let me clutch thee.
Art thou not, fatal vision,
sensible to feeling as to sight?
Or art thou but a dagger of the mind?
A false creation, proceeding
from the heat-oppressed brain.
Thou marshall'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.
Or else worth all the rest.
I see thee still.
There's no such thing.
It is the bloody business
which informs thus to mine eyes.
Now, o'er the one half-world,
nature seems dead
the curtained sleep.
Witchcraft celebrates
and withered murder
moves like a ghost.
I see thee yet,
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