Your servants ever have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in compt to make their audit at your Highness' pleasure, still to return your own.
Give me your hand. Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly and shall continue our graces towards him. By your leave, hostess.
We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place and we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep, his two chamberlains will I with wine and wassail so convine that memory, the warder of the brain shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason a limbeck only. When in swinish sleep thier drenched natures lie as in a death, what cannot you and I perform upon th' unguarded Duncan? What not put upon his who shall bear the spongy guilt of our great quell?,
If we should fail-
This dagger I see before me, it seems to call to me. It wants me to kill the King. I will take the dagger