Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But, in these cases, 440 We'd jump the life to come. Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other.-How now! what news? Enter Lady. 461 Lady. He has almost supp'd; why have you left the chamber? Mac. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady. Lady. Know you not, he has? Mac. 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. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you drest yourself? hath it slept since ? Mac. Pr'ythee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man; Lady. What beast was it then, 471 480 That made you break this enterprize to me? now Does unmake you. I have given suck; and know How tender 'tis, to love the babe that milks me : I would, I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, Mac. If we should fail, But screw your courage to the sticking-place, Mac. Bring forth men-children only! 500 510 When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have don't? Lady. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Mae, I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. 520 Away, Away, and mock the time with fairest show: [Exeunt. A&t II. SCENE I. Enter BANQUO, and FLEANCE, with a Torch before him. Banquo. How goes the night, boy. Fle. The moon is down; I have not heard the clock, Ban. And she goes down at twelve. Fle. I take't, 'tis later, sir. Banolold, take my sword:-There's husbandry in heaven, Their candles are all out.-Take thee that too. Who's there? Mac. A friend. 9 Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? the king's a-bed: He hath been in unusual pleasure, and Sent forth great largess to your officers: By the name of most kind hostess; and shut up In measureless content. Mac. Mac. Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect; I dreamt last night of the three weïrd sisters: Mac. I think not of them: Yet, when we can intreat an hour to serve, 20 We would spend it in some words upon that business, the time. If would grant you Ban. At your kind'st leisure. Mac. If you shall cleave to my consent, when 'tis, It shall make honour for you. Ban. So I lose none, In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, Mac. Good repose, the while! 31 Ban. Thanks, sir; the like to you! [Exit BANQUO. Mac. Go, bid thy mistress, when my drink is ready, She strike upon the bell. Get thee to bed. [Exit Ser. 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 As |