one, two, why then 'tis time to do't-- hell is murky-- fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and afeard? what need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account? yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? do you mark that? the thane of fife had a wife. where is she now? what, will these hands ne'er be clean? no more o' that, my lord no more o' that. you mar all with this starting. go to, go to--you have known what you should not. here's the smell of the blood still. all the perfumes of arabia will not sweeten this little hand. oh, oh, oh. this disease is beyond my practice. wash your hands. put on your nightgown. look not so pale. i tell you yet again banquo's buried. he cannot come out on his grave. even so. to bed, to bed. there's knocking at the gate. come, come, come, come give me your hand. what's done cannot be undone. to bed, to bed, to bed, to bed to bed, to bed. god, god forgive us all. the devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon. what soldiers, patch? the english force, so please you. take thy face hence. i have lived long enoug

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. prithee, peace. i dare do all that may become a man. who dares do more is none. 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. if we should fail? 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 w