Act One Scene Seven
A1S6>>> your leave Hostess.
Enter Lady Macbeth
He has almost supped. Why have you left the chamber?
--- left the chamber?
Hath he asked for me?
--- asked for me?
Know you not, he has?
--- not, he has?
We will proceed no further in this Business:
He hath Honoured 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.
--- aside so soon.
Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you dressed 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 afeared
To be the same in thine own Act and Valour,
As thou art in desire? Would'st 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'th' Adage?
--- Cat i'th' Adage?
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.
--- more, is none.
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 plucked my Nipple from his Boneless Gums,
And dashed the Brains out, had I so sworn
As you have done to this.
--- done to this.
If we should fail?
--- we should 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
Th' unguarded Duncan? What not put upon
His spongy Officers, who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?
--- our great quell?
Bring forth Men-Children only!
For thy undaunted Mettle should compose
Nothing but Males. Will it not be received,
When we have marked with blood those sleepy two
Of his own Chamber, and used their very Daggers,
That they have don't?
--- they have don't?
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our Griefs and Clamour roar
Upon his Death?
--- Upon his Death?
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.
>>> Heart doth know.