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- $Unique_ID{SSP01407}
- $Title{Macbeth: Act I, Scene VII}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*01400.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- MACBETH
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- ACT I
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- SCENE VII: Macbeth's castle.
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- {Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers
- Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the
- stage. Then enter MACBETH.}
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- MACBETH: 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'ld 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 10
- Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
- To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
- First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
- Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
- Who should against his murderer shut the door,
- Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
- Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
- So clear in his great office, that his virtues
- Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
- The deep damnation of his taking-off; 20
- And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
- Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
- Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
- Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
- That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
- To prick the sides of my intent, but only
- Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
- And falls on the other.
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- {Enter LADY MACBETH.}
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- How now! what news?
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- LADY MACBETH: He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?
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- MACBETH: Hath he ask'd for me?
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- LADY MACBETH: Know you not he has? 30
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- MACBETH: We will proceed no further in this business:
- He hath honor'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.
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- LADY MACBETH: Was the hope drunk
- Wherein you dress'd 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 afeard
- To be the same in thine own act and valor 40
- As thou art in desire? Wouldst 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' the adage?
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- MACBETH: Prithee, peace:
- I dare do all that may become a man;
- Who dares do more is none.
- LADY MACBETH: 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 50
- 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 pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums,
- And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you
- Have done to this.
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- MACBETH: If we should fail?
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- LADY MACBETH: We fail!
- But screw your courage to the sticking-place, 60
- 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
- The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon 70
- His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt
- Of our great quell?
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- MACBETH: Bring forth men-children only;
- For thy undaunted mettle should compose
- Nothing but males. Will it not be received,
- When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two
- Of his own chamber and used their very daggers,
- That they have done't?
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- LADY MACBETH: Who dares receive it other,
- As we shall make our griefs and clamor roar
- Upon his death?
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- MACBETH: I am settled, and bend up
- Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. 80
- Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
- False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
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- [Exeunt.]
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