Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise, and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand close.
How came she by that light?
Yet here's a spot.
Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine Are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
The English force, so please you.
Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership.
The time approaches That will with due decision make us know What we shall say we have and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, But certain issue strokes must arbitrate. Towards which, advance the war.
We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen
Hang out our banners on the outward walls. The cry is still “They come!” Our castle’s strength Will laugh a siege to scorn.
As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought The wood began to move.
Thou losest labor. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb Untimely ripped.