Read the passage from act 2, scene 3 of The Tragedy of Macbeth.Macbeth. Who can be wise, amaz’d, temperate and furiousLoyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:The expedition of my violent loveOutran the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,His silver skin lac’d with his golden blood;And his gash’d stabs look’d like a breach in natureFor ruin’s wasteful entrance: there, the murderers,Steep’d in the colours of their trade, their daggersUnmannerly breech’d with gore: who could refrain,That had a heart to love, and in that heartCourage to make ’s love known?