Macbeth/Source/Act I

SCENE I. An open place.
[An open place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.]

FIRST WITCH.
 * When shall we three meet again
 * In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

SECOND WITCH.
 * When the hurlyburly's done,
 * When the battle's lost and won.

THIRD WITCH.
 * That will be ere the set of sun.

FIRST WITCH.
 * Where the place?

SECOND WITCH.
 * Upon the heath.

THIRD WITCH.
 * There to meet with Macbeth.

FIRST WITCH.
 * I come, Graymalkin!

SECOND WITCH.
 * Paddock calls.

THIRD WITCH.
 * Anon.

ALL
 * Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
 * Hover through the fog and filthy air.

[Witches vanish.]

SCENE II. A camp near Forres.
[Alarum within. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Soldier.]

DUNCAN.
 * What bloody man is that? He can report,
 * As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt
 * The newest state.

MALCOLM.
 * This is the sergeant
 * Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought
 * 'Gainst my captivity.—Hail, brave friend!
 * Say to the king the knowledge of the broil
 * As thou didst leave it.

SOLDIER.
 * Doubtful it stood;
 * As two spent swimmers that do cling together
 * And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald,—
 * Worthy to be a rebel,—for to that
 * The multiplying villainies of nature
 * Do swarm upon him,—from the Western isles
 * Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
 * And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
 * Show'd like a rebel's whore. But all's too weak;
 * For brave Macbeth,—well he deserves that name,—
 * Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
 * Which smok'd with bloody execution,
 * Like valour's minion,
 * Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave;
 * And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him,
 * Till he unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps,
 * And fix'd his head upon our battlements.

DUNCAN.
 * O valiant cousin! worthy gentleman!

SOLDIER.
 * As whence the sun 'gins his reflection
 * Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break;
 * So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to come
 * Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark:
 * No sooner justice had, with valour arm'd,
 * Compell'd these skipping kerns to trust their heels,
 * But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage,
 * With furbish'd arms and new supplies of men,
 * Began a fresh assault.

DUNCAN.
 * Dismay'd not this
 * Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo?

SOLDIER.
 * Yes;
 * As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.
 * If I say sooth, I must report they were
 * As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks;
 * So they
 * Doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe:
 * Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds,
 * Or memorize another Golgotha,
 * I cannot tell:—
 * But I am faint; my gashes cry for help.

DUNCAN.
 * So well thy words become thee as thy wounds;
 * They smack of honour both.—Go, get him surgeons.

[Exit Soldier, attended.]


 * Who comes here?

MALCOLM.
 * The worthy Thane of Ross.

LENNOX.
 * What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
 * That seems to speak things strange.

[Enter Ross.]

ROSS.
 * God save the King!

DUNCAN.
 * Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?

ROSS.
 * From Fife, great king;
 * Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky
 * And fan our people cold.
 * Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
 * Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
 * The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict;
 * Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
 * Confronted him with self-comparisons,
 * Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
 * Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude,
 * The victory fell on us.

DUNCAN.
 * Great happiness!

ROSS.
 * That now
 * Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition;
 * Nor would we deign him burial of his men
 * Till he disbursed, at Saint Colme's-inch,
 * Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

DUNCAN.
 * No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive
 * Our bosom interest:—go pronounce his present death,
 * And with his former title greet Macbeth.

ROSS.
 * I'll see it done.

DUNCAN.
 * What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.

[Exeunt.]

SCENE III. A heath near Forres.
[Thunder. Enter the three Witches.]

FIRST WITCH.
 * Where hast thou been, sister?

SECOND WITCH.
 * Killing swine.

THIRD WITCH.
 * Sister, where thou?

FIRST WITCH.
 * A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
 * And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd:—"Give me," quoth I:
 * "Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries.
 * Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
 * But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
 * And, like a rat without a tail,
 * I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.

SECOND WITCH.
 * I'll give thee a wind.

FIRST WITCH.
 * Thou art kind.

THIRD WITCH.
 * And I another.

FIRST WITCH.
 * I myself have all the other:
 * And the very ports they blow,
 * All the quarters that they know
 * I' the shipman's card.
 * I will drain him dry as hay:
 * Sleep shall neither night nor day
 * Hang upon his pent-house lid;
 * He shall live a man forbid:
 * Weary seven-nights nine times nine
 * Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
 * Though his bark cannot be lost,
 * Yet it shall be tempest-tost.—
 * Look what I have.

SECOND WITCH.
 * Show me, show me.

FIRST WITCH.
 * Here I have a pilot's thumb,
 * Wreck'd as homeward he did come.

[Drum within.]

THIRD WITCH.
 * A drum, a drum!
 * Macbeth doth come.

ALL.
 * The weird sisters, hand in hand,
 * Posters of the sea and land,
 * Thus do go about, about:
 * Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
 * And thrice again, to make up nine:—
 * Peace!—the charm's wound up.

[Enter Macbeth and Banquo.]

MACBETH.
 * So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

BANQUO.
 * How far is't call'd to Forres?—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 me,
 * By each at once her chappy finger laying
 * Upon her skinny lips:—you should be women,
 * And yet your beards forbid me to interpret
 * That you are so.

MACBETH.
 * Speak, if you can;—what are you?

FIRST WITCH.
 * All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!

SECOND WITCH.
 * All hail, Macbeth! hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!

THIRD WITCH.
 * All hail, Macbeth! that shalt be king hereafter!

BANQUO.
 * Good sir, why do you start; and seem to fear
 * Things that do sound so fair?— I' the name of truth,
 * Are ye fantastical, or that indeed
 * Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner
 * You greet with present grace and great prediction
 * Of noble having and of royal hope,
 * That he seems rapt withal:—to me you speak not:
 * If you can look into the seeds of time,
 * And say which grain will grow, and which will not,
 * Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
 * Your favors nor your hate.

FIRST WITCH.
 * Hail!

SECOND WITCH.
 * Hail!

THIRD WITCH.
 * Hail!

FIRST WITCH.
 * Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.

SECOND WITCH.
 * Not so happy, yet much happier.

THIRD WITCH.
 * Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none:
 * So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo!

FIRST WITCH.
 * Banquo and Macbeth, all hail!

MACBETH.
 * Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more:
 * By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis;
 * But how of Cawdor? The Thane of Cawdor lives,
 * A prosperous gentleman; and to be king
 * Stands not within the prospect of belief,
 * No more than to be Cawdor. Say from whence
 * You owe this strange intelligence? or why
 * Upon this blasted heath you stop our way
 * With such prophetic greeting?—Speak, I charge you.

[Witches vanish.]

BANQUO.
 * The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
 * And these are of them:—whither are they vanish'd?

MACBETH.
 * Into the air; and what seem'd corporeal melted
 * As breath into the wind.—Would they had stay'd!

BANQUO.
 * Were such things here as we do speak about?
 * Or have we eaten on the insane root
 * That takes the reason prisoner?

MACBETH.
 * Your children shall be kings.

BANQUO.
 * You shall be king.

MACBETH.
 * And Thane of Cawdor too; went it not so?

BANQUO.
 * To the selfsame tune and words. Who's here?

[Enter Ross and Angus.]

ROSS.
 * The king hath happily receiv'd, Macbeth,
 * The news of thy success: and when he reads
 * Thy personal venture in the rebels' fight,
 * His wonders and his praises do contend
 * Which should be thine or his: silenc'd with that,
 * In viewing o'er the rest o' the self-same day,
 * He finds thee in the stout Norweyan ranks,
 * Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
 * Strange images of death. As thick as hail
 * Came post with post; and every one did bear
 * Thy praises in his kingdom's great defense,
 * And pour'd them down before him.

ANGUS.
 * We are sent
 * To give thee, from our royal master, thanks;
 * Only to herald thee into his sight,
 * Not pay thee.

ROSS.
 * And, for an earnest of a greater honour,
 * He bade me, from him, call thee Thane of Cawdor:
 * In which addition, hail, most worthy thane,
 * For it is thine.

BANQUO.
 * What, can the devil speak true?

MACBETH.
 * The Thane of Cawdor lives: why do you dress me
 * In borrow'd robes?

ANGUS.
 * Who was the Thane lives yet;
 * But under heavy judgement bears that life
 * Which he deserves to lose. Whether he was combin'd
 * With those of Norway, or did line the rebel
 * With hidden help and vantage, or that with both
 * He labour'd in his country's wreck, I know not;
 * But treasons capital, confess'd and proved,
 * Have overthrown him.

MACBETH.
 * [Aside.] Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor:
 * The greatest is behind.—Thanks for your pains.—
 * Do you not hope your children shall be kings,
 * When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me
 * Promis'd no less to them?

BANQUO.
 * That, trusted home,
 * Might yet enkindle you unto the crown,
 * Besides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis strange:
 * And oftentimes to win us to our harm,
 * The instruments of darkness tell us truths;
 * Win us with honest trifles, to betray's
 * In deepest consequence.—
 * Cousins, a word, I pray you.

MACBETH.
 * [Aside.] Two truths are told,
 * As happy prologues to the swelling act
 * Of the imperial theme.—I thank you, gentlemen.—
 * [Aside.] This supernatural soliciting
 * Cannot be ill; cannot be good:—if ill,
 * Why hath it given me earnest of success,
 * Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor:
 * If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
 * Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,
 * And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
 * Against the use of nature? Present fears
 * Are less than horrible imaginings:
 * My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
 * Shakes so my single state of man, that function
 * Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is
 * But what is not.

BANQUO.
 * Look, how our partner's rapt.

MACBETH.
 * [Aside.] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me
 * Without my stir.

BANQUO.
 * New honours come upon him,
 * Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
 * But with the aid of use.

MACBETH.
 * [Aside.] Come what come may,
 * Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

BANQUO.
 * Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

MACBETH.
 * Give me your favor:—my dull brain was wrought
 * With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains
 * Are register'd where every day I turn
 * The leaf to read them.—Let us toward the king.—
 * Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time,
 * The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak
 * Our free hearts each to other.

BANQUO.
 * Very gladly.

MACBETH.
 * Till then, enough.—Come, friends.

[Exeunt.]

SCENE IV. Forres. The palace.
[Flourish. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Lennox, and Attendants.]

DUNCAN.
 * Is execution done on Cawdor? Are not
 * Those in commission yet return'd?

MALCOLM.
 * My liege,
 * They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
 * With one that saw him die: who did report,
 * That very frankly he confess'd his treasons;
 * Implor'd your highness' pardon; and set forth
 * A deep repentance: nothing in his life
 * Became him like the leaving it; he died
 * As one that had been studied in his death,
 * To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd
 * As 'twere a careless trifle.

DUNCAN.
 * There's no art
 * To find the mind's construction in the face:
 * He was a gentleman on whom I built
 * An absolute trust.—

[Enter Macbeth, Banquo, Ross, and Angus.]


 * O worthiest cousin!
 * The sin of my ingratitude even now
 * Was heavy on me: thou art so far before,
 * That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
 * To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserv'd;
 * That the proportion both of thanks and payment
 * Might have been mine! only I have left to say,
 * More is thy due than more than all can pay.

MACBETH.
 * The service and the loyalty I owe,
 * In doing it, pays itself. Your highness' part
 * Is to receive our duties: and our duties
 * Are to your throne and state, children and servants;
 * Which do but what they should, by doing everything
 * Safe toward your love and honour.

DUNCAN.
 * Welcome hither:
 * I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
 * To make thee full of growing.—Noble Banquo,
 * That hast no less deserv'd, nor must be known
 * No less to have done so,let me infold thee
 * And hold thee to my heart.

BANQUO.
 * There if I grow,
 * The harvest is your own.

DUNCAN.
 * My plenteous joys,
 * Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves
 * In drops of sorrow.—Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
 * And you whose places are the nearest, know,
 * We will establish our estate upon
 * Our eldest, Malcolm; whom we name hereafter
 * The Prince of Cumberland: which honour must
 * Not unaccompanied invest him only,
 * But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
 * On all deservers.—From hence to Inverness,
 * And bind us further to you.

MACBETH.
 * The rest is labour, which is not us'd for you:
 * I'll be myself the harbinger, and make joyful
 * The hearing of my wife with your approach;
 * So, humbly take my leave.

DUNCAN.
 * My worthy Cawdor!

MACBETH.
 * [Aside.] The Prince of Cumberland!—That is a step,
 * On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap,
 * For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires!
 * Let not light see my black and deep desires:
 * The eye wink at the hand! yet let that be,
 * Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.

[Exit.]

DUNCAN.
 * True, worthy Banquo!—he is full so valiant;
 * And in his commendations I am fed,—
 * It is a banquet to me. Let us after him,
 * Whose care is gone before to bid us welcome:
 * It is a peerless kinsman.

[Flourish. Exeunt.]

SCENE V. Inverness. Macbeth's castle.
[Enter Lady Macbeth, reading a letter.]

LADY MACBETH.
 * "They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
 * Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!'
 * This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee.
 * Lay it to thy heart, and farewell."


 * Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be
 * What thou art promis'd; yet do I fear thy nature;
 * It is too full o' th' 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: thou'dst have, great Glamis,
 * That which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it:
 * And that which rather thou dost fear to do
 * Than wishest should be undone." Hie thee hither,
 * That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
 * And chastise with the valour of my tongue
 * All that impedes thee from the golden round,
 * Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
 * To have thee crown'd withal.

[Enter an Attendant.]


 * What is your tidings?

ATTENDANT.
 * The king comes here tonight.

LADY MACBETH.
 * Thou'rt mad to say it:
 * Is not thy master with him? who, were't so,
 * Would have inform'd for preparation.

ATTENDANT.
 * So please you, it is true:—our thane is coming:
 * One of my fellows had the speed of him;
 * Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
 * Than would make up his message.

LADY MACBETH.
 * Give him tending;
 * He brings great news.

[Exit Attendant.]


 * The raven himself is hoarse
 * That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
 * Under my battlements. Come, you spirits
 * That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
 * And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
 * Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
 * Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
 * That no compunctious visitings of nature
 * Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
 * The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
 * And take my milk for gall, your murdering ministers,
 * Wherever in your sightless substances
 * You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
 * And pall 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!"

[Enter Macbeth.]


 * Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor!
 * Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter!
 * Thy letters have transported me beyond
 * This ignorant present, and I feel now
 * The future in the instant.

MACBETH.
 * My dearest love,
 * Duncan comes here tonight.

LADY MACBETH.
 * And when goes hence?

MACBETH.
 * To-morrow,—as he purposes.

LADY MACBETH.
 * O, never
 * Shall sun that morrow see!
 * Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
 * May read strange matters:—to beguile the time,
 * Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
 * Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
 * But be the serpent under't. He that's coming
 * Must be provided for: and you shall put
 * This night's great business into my despatch;
 * Which shall to all our nights and days to come
 * Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

MACBETH.
 * We will speak further.

LADY MACBETH.
 * Only look up clear;
 * To alter favor ever is to fear:
 * Leave all the rest to me.

[Exeunt.]

SCENE VI. The same. Before the castle.
[Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.]

[Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross,
 * Angus, and Attendants.]

DUNCAN.
 * This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air
 * Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
 * Unto our gentle senses.

BANQUO.
 * This guest of summer,
 * The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
 * By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath
 * Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress,
 * Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made
 * His pendant bed and procreant cradle:
 * Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd
 * The air is delicate.

[Enter Lady Macbeth.]

DUNCAN.
 * See, see, our honour'd hostess!—
 * The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
 * Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
 * How you shall bid God ild us for your pains,
 * And thank us for your trouble.

LADY MACBETH.
 * All our service
 * In every point twice done, and then done double,
 * Were poor and single business to contend
 * Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
 * Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,
 * And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
 * We rest your hermits.

DUNCAN.
 * Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
 * We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose
 * To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
 * And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
 * To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
 * We are your guest tonight.

LADY MACBETH.
 * Your servants ever
 * Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
 * To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
 * Still to return your own.

DUNCAN.
 * Give me your hand;
 * Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
 * And shall continue our graces towards him.
 * By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt.]

SCENE VII. Macbeth's castle.
[Hautboys and torches. Enter, and pass over, a Sewer and divers Servants with dishes and service. Then enter Macbeth.]

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'd jump the life to come. But in these cases
 * We still have judgement 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
 * 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:
 * And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
 * Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd
 * 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 -

[Enter Lady Macbeth.]


 * How now! what news?

LADY MACBETH.
 * He has almost supp'd: why have you left the chamber?

MACBETH.
 * Hath he ask'd for me?

LADY MACBETH.
 * Know you not he has?

MACBETH.
 * 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 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 valour
 * 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?

MACBETH.
 * Pr'ythee, 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
 * 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.

MACBETH.
 * If we should fail?

LADY MACBETH.
 * We fail!
 * But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
 * 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 limbec 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
 * His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt
 * Of our great quell?

MACBETH.
 * Bring forth men-children only;
 * For thy undaunted mettle should compose
 * Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd,
 * 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 MACBETH.
 * Who dares receive it other,
 * As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar
 * Upon his death?

MACBETH.
 * I am settled, and bend up
 * Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
 * Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
 * False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

[Exeunt.]