Макбет
Scene III. England. Before the King’s palace.
Malcolm:Withthistheregrows
Inmymostill-composedaffectionsuch
Astanchlessavaricethat,wereIking,
Ishouldcutoffthenoblesfortheirlands,Desirehisjewelsandthisother’shouse:
Andmymore-havingwouldbeasasauce
Tomakemehungermore;thatIshouldforge
Quarrelsunjustagainstthegoodandloyal,
Destroyingthemforwealth.Macduff:Thisavarice
Sticksdeeper,growswithmoreperniciousroot
Thansummer-seeminglust,andithathbeen
Theswordofourslainkings:yetdonotfear;
Scotlandhathfoisonstofillupyourwill.
Ofyourmereown:alltheseareportable,Withothergracesweigh’d.
Malcolm:ButIhavenone:theking-becominggraces,
Asjustice,verity,temperance,stableness,
Bounty,perseverance,mercy,lowliness,
Devotion,patience,courage,fortitude,
Ihavenorelishofthem,butabound
Inthedivisionofeachseveralcrime,
Actingitmanyways.Nay,hadIpower,Ishould
Pourthesweetmilkofconcordintohell,Uproartheuniversalpeace,confound
Allunityonearth.
Macduff:OScotland,Scotland!
Malcolm:Ifsuchaonebefittogovern,speak:
IamasIhavespoken.
