Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 486 words
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Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose To be his Purveyor: But he rides well, And his great Love (sharp as his Spur) hath holp him To his home before us: Fair and Noble Hostess We are your guest to night. Your Servants ever, Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in count, To make their Audit at your Highness' pleasure, Still to return your own. Give me your hand: Conduct me to mine Host we love him highly, And shall continue, our Graces towards him. By your leave Hostess. If it were done, when 'tis done, than 'twere well, It were done quickly: If th' Assassination Can trammell up the Consequence, and catch With his surcease, Success: that but this blow Might be the be all, and the end all. here, But here, upon this Bank and School of time, we'd jump the life to come. But in these Cases, We still have judgement here, that we but teach Bloody Instructions, which being taught, return To plague th' Inventer, This euen-handed justice Commends th' Ingredience of our poisoned 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 Murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncane Hath borne his Faculties so meek; hath been So clear in his great Office, that his Virtues Will plead like Angels, Trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking off: And Pity, like a naked New-borne-Babe, Striding the blast, or Heaven's Cherubin, horsed Upon the sightless Curriors of the Air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no Spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting Ambition, which ore-leapes itself, And falls on th' other. How now? What News? He has almost supped: why have you left the chamber? Hath he asked for me? Know you not, he has? We will proceed no further in this Business: He hath Honoured me of late, and I have bought Golden Opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dressed 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 affear'd To be the same in thine own Act, and Valour, As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteemest the Ornament of Life, And live a Coward in thine own Esteem? Letting I dare not, wait upon I would, Like the poor Cat i' th' Adage. Prithee peace: I dare do all that may become a man, Who dares no more, is none.
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Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We courſt him at the heeles, and had a purpoſe To be his Purueyor: But he rides well, And his great Loue (ſharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him To his home before vs: Faire and Noble Hoſteſſe We are your gueſt to night. Your Seruants euer, Haue theirs, themſelues, and what is theirs in compt, To make their Audit at your Highneſſe pleaſure, Still to returne your owne. Giue me your hand: Conduct me to mine Hoſt we loue him highly, And ſhall continue, our Graces towards him. By your leaue Hoſteſſe. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twer well, It were done quickly: If th' Aſſaſſination Could trammell vp the Conſequence, and catch With his ſurceaſe, Succeſſe: that but this blow Might be the be all, and the end all. Heere, But heere, vpon this Banke and Schoole of time, Wee'ld iumpe the life to come. But in theſe Caſes, We ſtill haue iudgement heere, that we but teach Bloody Inſtructions, which being taught, returne To plague th' Inuenter, This euen-handed Iuſtice Commends th' Ingredience of our poyſon'd Challice To our owne lips. Hee's heere in double truſt; Firſt, as I am his Kinſman, and his Subiect, Strong both againſt the Deed: Then, as his Hoſt, Who ſhould againſt his Murtherer ſhut the doore, Not beare the knife my ſelfe. Beſides, this Duncane Hath borne his Faculties ſo meeke; hath bin So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu'd againſt The deepe damnation of his taking off: And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe, Striding the blaſt, or Heauens Cherubin, hors'd Vpon the ſightleſſe Curriors of the Ayre, Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye, That teares ſhall drowne the winde. I haue no Spurre To pricke the ſides of my intent, but onely Vaulting Ambition, which ore-leapes it ſelfe, And falles on th' other. How now? What Newes? He has almoſt ſupt: why haue you left the chamber? Hath he ask'd for me? Know you not, he ha's? We will proceed no further in this Buſineſſe: He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought Golden Opinions from all ſorts of people, Which would be worne now in their neweſt gloſſe, Not caſt aſide ſo ſoone. Was the hope drunke, Wherein you dreſt your ſelfe? Hath it ſlept ſince? And wakes it now to looke ſo greene, and pale, At what it did ſo freely? From this time, Such I account thy loue. Art thou affear'd To be the ſame in thine owne Act, and Valour, As thou art in deſire? Would'ſt thou haue that Which thou eſteem'ſt the Ornament of Life, And liue a Coward in thine owne Eſteeme? Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would, Like the poore Cat i' th' Addage. Prythee peace: I dare do all that may become a man, Who dares no more, is none.