We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'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 valour 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 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.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
We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour'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 valour 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 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. 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 clamour roar Upon his death? MACBETH I am settled,and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat
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 clamour 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. [Exeunt] Act2 Scene 1 [Court of Macbeth's castle.] [Enter BANOUO,and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him] BANQUO How goes the night,boy? FLEANCE The moon is down;I have not heard the clock. BANQUO And she goes down at twelve. FLEANCE I take't,'tis later,sir. BANQUO Hold,take my sword.There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out.Take thee that too A heavy summons lies 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！
Away, and mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know. [Exeunt] Act 2 Scene 1 [Court of Macbeth's castle.] [Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE bearing a torch before him] BANQUO How goes the night, boy? FLEANCE The moon is down; I have not heard the clock. BANQUO And she goes down at twelve. FLEANCE I take't, 'tis later, sir. BANQUO Hold, take my sword. There's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Take thee that too. A heavy summons lies 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!
[Enter MACBETH,and a Servant with a torch] Give me my sword. Who's there? MACBETH A friend. BANQUO What,sir,not yet at rest?The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure,and Sent forth great largess to your offices. This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess;and shut up In measureless content. MACBETH Being unprepared, Our will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought. BANQUO All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd some truth. MACBETH I think not of them: Yet,when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. BANQUO At your kind'st leisure
[Enter MACBETH, and a Servant with a torch] Give me my sword. Who's there? MACBETH A friend. BANQUO What, sir, not yet at rest? The king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your offices. This diamond he greets your wife withal, By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content. MACBETH Being unprepared, Our will became the servant to defect; Which else should free have wrought. BANQUO All's well. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: To you they have show'd some truth. MACBETH I think not of them: Yet, when we can entreat an hour to serve, We would spend it in some words upon that business, If you would grant the time. BANQUO At your kind'st leisure
MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent,when'tis, It shall make honour for you. BANQUO So I lose none In seeking to augment it,but still keep My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, I shall be counsell'd. MACBETH Good repose the while! BANOUO Thanks,sir:the like to you! [Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE] MACBETH Go bid thy mistress,when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell.Get thee to bed. [Exit Servant] Is this a dagger which I see before me, 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 A dagger of the mind,a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet,in form as palpable As this which now I draw. 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
MACBETH If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. BANQUO So I lose none In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchised and allegiance clear, I shall be counsell'd. MACBETH Good repose the while! BANQUO Thanks, sir: the like to you! [Exeunt BANQUO and FLEANCE] MACBETH Go bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Servant] Is this a dagger which I see before me, 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 A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. 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