Макбет
Scene III. England. Before the King’s palace.
Macduff:Fittogovern!
No,nottolive.Onationmiserable,
Withanuntitledtyrantbloody-scepter’d,
Whenshaltthouseethywholesomedaysagain,
Sincethatthetruestissueofthythrone
Byhisowninterdictionstandsaccursed,
Anddoesblasphemehisbreed?Thyroyalfather
Wasamostsaintedking:thequeenthatborethee,
Ofteneruponherkneesthanonherfeet,
Diedeverydayshelived.Faretheewell!
Theseevilsthourepeat’stuponthyself
Havebanish’dmefromScotland.Omybreast,
Thyhopeendshere!
Malcolm:Macduff,thisnoblepassion,
Childofintegrity,hathfrommysoul
Wipedtheblackscruples,reconciledmythoughts
Tothygoodtruthandhonour.DevilishMacbeth
Bymanyofthesetrainshathsoughttowinme
Intohispower,andmodestwisdomplucksme
Fromover-creduloushaste:butGodabove
Dealbetweentheeandme!forevennow
Iputmyselftothydirection,and
Unspeakmineowndetraction,hereabjure
ThetaintsandblamesIlaiduponmyself,
Forstrangerstomynature.Iamyet
Unknowntowoman,neverwasforsworn,
Scarcelyhavecovetedwhatwasmineown,
Atnotimebrokemyfaith,wouldnotbetray
Thedeviltohisfellowanddelight
Nolessintruththanlife:myfirstfalsespeaking
Wasthisuponmyself:whatIamtruly,
Isthineandmypoorcountry’stocommand:
Whitherindeed,beforethyhere-approach,
OldSiward,withtenthousandwarlikemen,
Alreadyatapoint,wassettingforth.
Nowwe’lltogether;andthechanceofgoodness
Belikeourwarrantedquarrel!Whyareyousilent?