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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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SCENE VIII. Changes to an Apartment in Macbeth's Castle. Hautboys, Torches. Enter divers servants with dishes and service over the stage. Then Macbeth.

Macb.
* note

If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly; if th' assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
note
With its surcease, success; that but this blow
Might be the Be-all and the End-all—Here.
But here, upon this Bank and 6 noteShoal of time,
We'd 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 th' inventor; this even-handed justice
Commends th' 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 murth'rer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
7 noteHath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead, like angels, trumpet-tongu'd again
The deep damnation of his taking off;
And Pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, 8 note

or heav'n's cherubin hors'd

-- 399 --


Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye;
9 noteThat tears shall drown the wind—I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting Ambition, which o'er-leaps itself,
And falls on th' other— 1 note



SCENE X.

Enter Lady Macbeth.
How now? what news?

Lady.
He's almost supp'd; why have you left the chamber?

Macb.
Hath he ask'd for me?

-- 400 --

Lady.
Know you not he has?

Macb.
We will proceed no further in this business,
He hath honour'd me of late; and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sort of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.

Lady.
Was the hope drunk,
Wherein you drest 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 afraid
To be the same in thine own act and valour,
As thou art in desire? 2 note



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,
3 note
Like the poor Cat i' th' Adage.

Macb.
Pr'ythee, peace.
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more, is none.

Lady.
What beast was't then,
That made you break this enterprize 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
4 note

Did then cohere, and yet you would make both;
They've made themselves, and that their fitness now
Do's unmake you. I have given suck, and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me;

-- 401 --


I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have pluckt my nipple from his boneless gums,
And dash'd the brains out, had I but so sworn
As you have done to this.

Macb.
If we should fail,—

Lady.
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
5 note

Will I with wine and wassel so convince,
That memory, the warder of the brain,
Shall be a fume; and the receipt of reason
6 noteA limbeck only. When in swinish sleep
Their drenched natures lie as in a death,
What cannot you and I perform upon
Th' unguarded Duncan? what not put upon
His spungy officers, 7 note
who shall bear the guilt
Of our great quell?

Macb.
Bring forth men-children only!
For thy undaunted metal 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.
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar,
Upon his death?

Macb.
I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible Feat.

-- 402 --


Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what the false heart doth know. [Exeunt.
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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].
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