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To amplify too much, would make much more,
LEAR ON THE DEATH OF CORDELIA.
Howl, howl, howl, howl;—0, you are men of
I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack:40, she is gone
for ever! I know when one is dead; and when one lives; She's dead as earth :—Lend me a looking-glass; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so,
Kent. O my good master! [Kneeling.
A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!
And my poor fool* is hang'd! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no Never, never, never, never, never! [more,
WITCHES DESCRIBED. What are these, So wither'd, and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught That man may question? You seem to understand By each at once her choppy finger laying [me, Upon her skinny lips: You should be women, And yet your beards forbid me to interpret That you are so.
MACBETH'S TEMPER. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full oʻthe milk of human kindness, To catch the nearest way: Thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst
highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.
* Poor fool, in the time of Shakspeare, was an expression of endearment.
LADY MACBETH'S SOLILOQUY ON THE NEWS OF
battlements. Come, come, you spirits
purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring minisWherever in your sightless substances [ters, You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And palli thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That
my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold!
MACBETH'S IRRESOLUTION. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel
up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,We'd jump the life to come.—But, in these cases, We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice * Murderous. + Pity. # Wrap, as in a mantle.
& Knife anciently meant a sword or dagger.
To our own lips. He's here in double trust:
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none.
THE MURDERING SCENE.
Is this a dagger, which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but
* Winds ; sightless is invisible.
As this which now I draw.
[A bell rings. I go,
and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell, That summons thee to heaven, or to hell. [Exit.
Enter Lady Macbeth. Lady M. That which hath made them drunk,
hath made me bold: [Hark!-Peace! What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire:It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern’st good night. He is about it: The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms