MACBETH Act 1, Scene 7
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done quickly...But in these cases, bloody instructions return to plague th'inventor...I have no spur to prick the sides of my intent...
How now? What News? Why have you left the chamber?
We will proceed no further in this business. The king hath honoured me of late.
Art thou afeard to be the same in thine own act and valour, as thou art in desire?! Will you live a coward in thine own esteem?!
Prithee, peace. I dare do all that may become a man...
When you durst do it, then you were a man!
If we should fail?
We fail?! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail!
Will it be received, when I have marked with blood those two of his own chamber, that they have done it?
Who dares receive it other, as we shall make our griefs and clamour roar upon his death?
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.
