And live a coward in thine own esteem; MACBETH. Pr'ythee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. LADY M. What beast was it 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. MACB. 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 wassel so convince, That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only: When in swinish sleep Their drenched natures lie, as in a death, What cannot you and I perform upon The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon His spongy officers; who shall bear the guilt Of our great crime? MACB. Bring forth men children only; For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males. Will it not be receiv'd, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Of his own chamber, and us'd their very daggers, That they have done't? LADY M. Who dares receive it other, As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar Upon his death? MACB. 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. MACBETH, A. 1, s. 7. EVIL MINDS DELIGHT IN SCANDAL. OPEN That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it. K. HENRY IV., PART II., Induction. EVIL PERSONIFIED. I DO the wrong, and first begin to brawl. I do beweep to many simple gulls; Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham; K. RICHARD III., A. 1, s. 3. EVIL RECOILS. O, THAT this too too solid flesh would melt, Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fye on't! O fye! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead!-nay, not so much, not two; So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, woman! grown A little month; or ere those shoes were old, My father's brother; but no more like my father, But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue! HAMLET, A. 1, s. 2. EVILS OF DIVIDED COUNCILS. EXETER. How were they lost? what treachery was us'd? MESSENGER. No treachery; but want of men and money. Among the soldiers this is muttered,- You are disputing of your generals. One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost; Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot; K. HENRY VI., PART I., A. 1, s. 1. EXTINCT ANTIPATHIES. How like a fawning publican he looks! I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. MERCHANT OF VENICE, A. 1, s. 3. EXTREMITY OF EVIL. By desperate appliance are reliev'd, Or not at all. HAMLET, A. 4, s. 3. |