When you get what you want but have no peace of mind, then you’ve gotten nothing, and spent everything.
We have merely slashed the snake, not killed it. The snake will heal and we’ll once more be threatened by its fangs.
So shall I, love,And so, I pray, be you. Let your remembrance, Apply to Banquo; present him eminence,Both with eye and tongue: unsafe the while that weMust lave our honors in these flattering streams,And make our faces vizards to our hearts,Disguising what they are.
Naught’s had, all’s spent,Where our desire is got without content.‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Come on, my noble lord. Hide your troubled thoughts behind a happy face. Be friendly and cheerful with your guests tonight.
I will, my love. And I hope you’ll do the same. Pay particular attention to Banquo.
But in them nature’s copy’s not eterne.
Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! Thou know’st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
There’s comfort yet; they are assailable. Then be thou jocund. Ere the bat hath flown His cloistered flight, ere to black Hecate’s summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
What’s to be done?
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day And with thy bloody and invisible hand