Read the excerpt from act 1, scene 5 of The Tragedy Macbeth.Lady Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!Thy letters have transported me beyondThis ignorant present, and I feel nowThe future in the instant.
Read the excerpt from act 1, scene 7 of The Tragedy of Macbeth.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 journeySoundly invite him, his two chamberlainsWill I with wine and wassail so convinceThat memory, the warder of the brain,Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reasonA limbeck only; when in swinish sleepTheir drenched natures lie, as in a death,What cannot you and I perform uponThe unguarded Duncan? what not put uponHis spongy officers, who shall bear the guiltOf our great quell? Macbeth. Bring forth men-children only;For thy undaunted mettle should composeNothing but males. Will it not be receiv’d,When we have mark’d with blood those sleepy twoOf his own chamber, and us’d their very daggers,That they have done ’t? Lady Macbeth. Who dares receive it other,As we shall make our griefs and clamour roarUpon his death? Macbeth. I am settled, and bend upEach 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.]
Read the excerpt from act 2, scene 1 of The Tragedy of Macbeth.Banquo. All’s well.[Speaking privately to MACBETH.] 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 noneIn seeking to augment it, but still keepMy bosom franchis’d and allegiance clear,I shall be counsell’d.
Read the excerpt from act 1, scene 7 of The Tragedy of Macbeth.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 journeySoundly invite him, his two chamberlainsWill I with wine and wassail so convinceThat memory, the warder of the brain,Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reasonA limbeck only; when in swinish sleepTheir drenched natures lie, as in a death,What cannot you and I perform uponThe unguarded Duncan? what not put uponHis spongy officers, who shall bear the guiltOf our great quell?
Read the excerpt from act 1, scene 7 of The Tragedy of Macbeth.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 journeySoundly invite him, his two chamberlainsWill I with wine and wassail so convinceThat memory, the warder of the brain,Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reasonA limbeck only; when in swinish sleepTheir drenched natures lie, as in a death,What cannot you and I perform uponThe unguarded Duncan? what not put uponHis spongy officers, who shall bear the guiltOf our great quell?
Read the excerpt from act 1, scene 7 of The Tragedy of Macbeth.Lady Macbeth. Was the hope drunk,Wherein you dress’d yourself? hath it slept since,And wakes it now, to look so green and paleAt what it did so freely? From this timeSuch I account thy love. Art thou afeardTo be the same in thine own act and valourAs thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have thatWhich 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?
Read the excerpt from act 1, scene 5 of The Tragedy Macbeth.Lady Macbeth. O! neverShall sun that morrow see.Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under ’t. He that’s comingMust be provided for; and you shall putThis night’s great business into my dispatch;Which shall to all our nights and days to comeGive solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
Read the excerpt from act 1, scene 7 of The Tragedy of Macbeth.Lady Macbeth. Was the hope drunk,Wherein you dress’d yourself? hath it slept since,And wakes it now, to look so green and paleAt what it did so freely? From this timeSuch I account thy love. Art thou afeardTo be the same in thine own act and valourAs thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have thatWhich 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.
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