Come, thick night, cover yourself with the murkiest smoke in hell. Come, you invisible creatures, from wherever you are conducting evil harm. ![]() Make it so that no kind of natural pity can prevent my cruel intentions from being carried out.Ĭome suck at my breast, you murdering agents, and replace my mother’s milk with bile. ![]() Come, you evil spirits that influence human thoughts! Strip away my femininity and fill me from head to toe with cruelty! Make my blood so thick that it can’t carry any feeling of guilt to my heart. How appropriate that the messenger croaks like an ominous raven just as Duncan arrives in our fortress. Go take care of him he brings great news. Lord Macbeth is on his way here, but a faster messenger has just arrived who was so out of breath that he was barely able to get out his message. Lady Macbethīut that’s crazy! Isn’t your master, Macbeth, with him? He would have informed me so that I could prepare for the king’s arrival. I will fix that part of you that stops you from attaining the crown, which both fate and the supernatural witches seem ready to give to you. Hurry home so I can give you some of my bold spirit. You know what must be done to achieve your goal, but you are afraid to take the necessary steps for fear that you would regret doing so later. You would not lie or cheat, but you would accept something which is not justly yours. What you want most of all, you want to obtain in a virtuous manner. You want to be great, and you don’t lack ambition, but you don’t have the ruthlessness that should go along with ambition. I am afraid that you are too full of human kindness to take the direct route to this goal. You are the Lord of Glamis, and now Lord of Cawdor too, and you will be king as they promised you. I wanted to let you know all of this, my dearest partner in greatness, so as not to prevent you from joining me in celebrating all of the greatness that’s been promised to us. The messengers greeted me as 'Lord of Cawdor,' the same title by which the witches addressed me when they hinted that, with time, I would become King. I was too amazed to speak, and then two messengers came from the king. I was dying to ask them more questions, but they vanished into thin air. ![]() This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.'They met me on the day of our victory in battle, and based on their amazing and accurate statements, I’m sure they know things an ordinary human could not know. But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertained revenge, And to ’t they go like lightning, for ere I Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain. Romeo, he cries aloud, “Hold, friends! Friends, part!” and, swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And ’twixt them rushes-underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled. All this uttered With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats Cold death aside and with the other sends It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity, Retorts it. Romeo, that spoke him fair, bade him bethink How nice the quarrel was and urged withal Your high displeasure. Tybalt here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay.
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