Stars, hide your fires Let not light see my black and deep desires. The prince of Cumberland! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Sons, kinsmen, thanes, And you whose places are the nearest, know We will establish our estate upon Our eldest, Malcolm, whom we name hereafter The prince of Cumberland Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. There is no art To find the mind's construction in the face." 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’d jump the life to come.Īt more time, The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak/ Our free hearts each to other.
If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly. Look like the innocent flour But be the serpent under't Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty. The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good.
"So foul and fair a day I have not seen."Īnd oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’s In deepest consequence. No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth. "When shall we three meet again/ In thunder, lightening, or in rain?"īut all’s too weak, For brave Macbeth-well he deserves that name- Disdaining fortune, with his brandished steel, Which smoked with bloody execution, Like valor’s minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave
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