Macbeth

Macbeth

                                    Seyton! — I am sick at heart
When I behold — Seyton, I say! — This push
Will cheer me ever, or dis-seat me now.
I have lived long enough. My way of life
Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf;
And that which should accompany old age,
As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,
I must not look to have — but, in their stead:
Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath
Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
... Seyton!

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                                                     Let us rather
Hold fast the mortal sword, and like good men
Bestride our down-fall'n birthdom. Each new morn
New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows
Strike heaven on the face that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland and yelled out
Like syllable of dolor.

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I am not treacherous.

Malcolm

                                       But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon;    
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so.

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I am not treacherous.

Malcolm

                                       But Macbeth is.
A good and virtuous nature may recoil
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your pardon;    
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet grace must still look so.

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Macduff

                                         Bleed, bleed, poor country.
Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure
For goodness dare not cheque thee. Wear thou thy wrongs,
The title is affeered. Fare thee well, lord.
I would not be the villain that thou think'st
For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp,
And the rich East to boot.

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                                           This tune goes manly.
Come, go we to the king; our power is ready;
Our lack is nothing but our leave. Macbeth
Is ripe for shaking, and the powers above
Put on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may;
The night is long that never finds the day.
[Exit]

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                                              My dearest coz,
I pray you, school yourself. But for your husband,
He is noble, wise, judicious, and best knows
The fits o' the season. I dare not speak much further;
But cruel are the times when we are traitors
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear;
But float upon a wild and violent sea
Each way and move. I take my leave of you.
Shall not be long but I'll be here again.
Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward
To what they were before. [To Son] My pretty cousin,
Blessing upon you.

Son

Nay, how will you do for a husband?

Lady Macduff

Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.

Son

Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Lady Macduff

Thou speak'st with all thy wit, and yet, i' faith,
With wit enough for thee.

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