Macbeth: Act 1, Scene 7
*Hoboys, torches. Enter a SEWER, and divers
SERVANTS with dishes and service, and pass
over the stage. Then enter MACBETH.
1If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
2It were done quickly: if th' assassination
3Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
4With his surcease success; that but this blow
5Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
6But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
7We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
8We still have judgment here, that we but teach
9Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
10To plague the inventor.This even-handed justice
11Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
12To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
13First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
14Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
15Who should against his murderer shut the door,
16Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
17Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
18So clear in his great office, that his virtues
19Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
20The deep damnation of his taking-off;
21And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
22Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubins, horsed
23Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
24Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
25That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
26To prick the sides of my intent, but only
27Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
28And falls on the other
Enter LADY [MACBETH].
How now? what news?
29He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
30Hath he ask'd for me?
Know you not he has?
31We will proceed no further in this business:
32He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
33Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
34Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
35Not cast aside so soon.
Was the hope drunk
36Wherein you dress'd yourself? Hath it slept since?
37And wakes it now, to look so green and pale
38At what it did so freely? From this time
39Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard
40To be the same in thine own act and valour
41As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
42Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
43And live a coward in thine own esteem,
44Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
45Like the poor cat i' the adage?
46I dare do all that may become a man;
47Who dares do more is none.
What beast was't, then,
48That made you break this enterprise to me?
49When you durst do it, then you were a man;
50And, to be more than what you were, you would
51Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place
52Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
53They have made themselves, and that their fitness now
54Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know
55How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
56I would, while it was smiling in my face,
57Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
58And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
59Have done to this.
If we should fail?
60But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
61And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep
62Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey
63Soundly invite him his two chamberlains
64Will I with wine and wassail so convince
65That memory, the warder of the brain,
66Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason
67A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep
68Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
69What cannot you and I perform upon
70The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
71His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
72Of our great quell?
Bring forth men-children only;
73For thy undaunted mettle should compose
74Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
75When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
76Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
77That they have done't?
Who dares receive it other,
78As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
79Upon his death?
I am settled, and bend up
80Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
81Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
82False face must hide what the false heart doth know.