Макбет

           Malcolm:PerchanceeventherewhereIdidfindmydoubts.

           Whyinthatrawnessleftyouwifeandchild,

           Thosepreciousmotives,thosestrongknotsoflove,

           Withoutleave-taking?Iprayyou,

           Letnotmyjealousiesbeyourdishonours,

           Butmineownsafeties.Youmayberightlyjust,

           WhateverIshallthink.

           Macduff:Bleed,bleed,poorcountry!

           Greattyranny!laythouthybasissure,

           Forgoodnessdarenotchequethee:wearthouthywrongs;

           Thetitleisaffeer’d!Faretheewell,lord:Iwouldnotbethevillainthatthouthink’st

           Forthewholespacethat’sinthetyrant’sgrasp,

           AndtherichEasttoboot.Malcolm:Benotoffended:

           Ispeaknotasinabsolutefearofyou.

           Ithinkourcountrysinksbeneaththeyoke;

           Itweeps,itbleeds;andeachnewdayagash

           Isaddedtoherwounds:Ithinkwithal

           Therewouldbehandsupliftedinmyright;

           AndherefromgraciousEnglandhaveIoffer

           Ofgoodlythousands:but,forallthis,

           WhenIshalltreaduponthetyrant’shead,

           Orwearitonmysword,yetmypoorcountry

           Shallhavemorevicesthanithadbefore,

           Moresufferandmoresundrywaysthanever,

           Byhimthatshallsucceed.

           Macduff:Whatshouldhebe?