Macb.
If it were done, when 'tis done; then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if th' assassination

Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With its surcease, success; that but this blow
† ^noteMight be the Be-all and the End-all—Here,
Here only on this bank and school 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
† ^noteTo plague th' inventor: Even-handed Justice
Returns 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 my self. Besides this Duncan
Hath born his faculty so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels trumpet-tongu'd against
The deep damnation of his taking off.
And Pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heav'ns cherubin hors'd
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in ev'ry eye,
That tears shall drown the wind.—I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting Ambition, which o'er-leaps it self,
And falls on th' other—

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