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.]