Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning! Quite chop-fallen! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Hope. O HOPE, sweet flatterer, whose delusive touch Hatred. WHY,get thee gone, horrour and night go with thee, Go dance about the bow'r and close them in; Anger. WHY have those banish'd and forbidden legs Frighting her pale-fac'd villagers with war, Com'st thou because the anointed king is hence Were I but now the lord of such hot youth, Rescu'd the Black Prince, that young Mars of men, Revenge. OH! I could play the woman with mine eyes, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew! Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Is he not fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same summer and winter, as a Christian is? If you stab us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute: and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. Reproach. O proper stuff! (Impostors to true fear) would well become, -Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward, Thou little valiant, great in villany! Fear and Terrour. How ill this taper burns! ha! who comes here? That shapes this monstrous apparition It comes upon me-Art thou any thing? Light thickens and the crow Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; And 'tis not done; th' attempt and not the deed, Enter MACBETH. Mac. I've done the deed-didst thou not hear a noise Lady. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did you not speak? Mac. When? Lady. Now. Mac. As I descended? Lady. Ay. Mac. Hark-who lies i' th' second chamber? Mac. This is a sorry sight. Lady. A foolish thought to say a sorry sight. Mac. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cry'd murder' That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them : But they did say their pray'rs, and address'd them Again to sleep. Lady. There are two lodg'd together. Mac. One cried, God bless us! and Amen, the other; As they had seen me with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear; I could not say Amen, When they did say God bless us. Lady. Consider it not so deeply. Mac. But wherefore could I not pronounce Amen? I had most need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief Remorse. Он when the last account 'twixt heaven and earth How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Mad'st it no conscience to destroy a prince. Despair. K. Hen. How fares my lord? speak, Beaufort, to thy sovereign. Car. If thou be'st Death, I'll give thee England's treasure, Enough to purchase such another island, So thou wilt let me live and feel no pain, K. Hen. Ah, what a sign it is of evil life, When death's approach is seen so terrible! War. Beaufort, it is thy sovereign speaks to thee. Dy'd he not in his bed? where should he die? Can I make men live, whether they will or no?-- Alive again? then show me where he is, I'll give athousand pounds to look upon him.- K. Hen. O thou eternal Mover of the heavens, Look with gentle eye upon this wretch; That lays strong siege unto this wretch's soul, And from his bosom purge this black despair! War. See how the pangs of death do make him grin. K. Hen. Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be ! Surprise and Astonishment. GONE to be married, gone to swear a peace! Be well advis'd, tell o'er thy tale again: It cannot be thou dost but say 'tis so. What means that hand upon that breast of thine? Sir Richard, what think you? Have you beheld, That you do see? Could thought, without this object That ever wall-ey'd Wrath, or starving Rage, Pride. YOUR grace shall pardon me, I will not back; To be a secondary at control, Or useful serving-man and instrument To any sovereign state throughout the world. After young Arthur, claim this land for mine; Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? To under-prop this action? Is't not I That undergo this charge? Who else but I, |