Макбет

           Macbeth:Youare,anddonotknow’t:

           Thespring,thehead,thefountainofyourblood

           Isstopp’d;theverysourceofitisstopp’d.

           Macduff:Yourroyalfather’smurder’d.

           MalcolmO,bywhom?

           Lennox:Thoseofhischamber,asitseem’d,haddone’t:

           Theirhandsandfaceswereanbadgedwithblood;

           Soweretheirdaggers,whichunwipedwefound

           Upontheirpillows:

           Theystared,andweredistracted;noman’slife

           Wastobetrustedwiththem.

           MacbethO,yetIdorepentmeofmyfury,

           ThatIdidkillthem.

           Macduff:Whereforedidyouso?

           Macbeth:Whocanbewise,amazed,temperateandfurious,

           Loyalandneutral,inamoment?Noman:

           Theexpeditionmyviolentlove

           Outrunthepauser,reason.HerelayDuncan,

           Hissilverskinlacedwithhisgoldenblood;

           Andhisgash’dstabslook’dlikeabreachinnature

           Forruin’swastefulentrance:there,themurderers,

           Steep’dinthecoloursoftheirtrade,theirdaggers

           Unmannerlybreech’dwithgore:whocouldrefrain,

           Thathadahearttolove,andinthatheart

           Couragetomake’sloveknown?

           LadyMacbeth:Helpmehence,ho!

           Macduff:Looktothelady.