“For brave Macbeth he well deserves that name DIsdaining fortune with his brandished steel, which smoked with bloody execution Like Valour's minion carved out his passage Till he faced the slave; Which ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseamed him from the nave to the chops and FIxed his head upon our battlements.
"Are you afraid to match your own acts with your ambition can you want that glittering prize, the crown yet be a self confessed coward? I'd like that but I darent like a poor cat in the proverb that wanted fish but wouldn't get its feet wet. That's enough of that i'll do anything that's worthy of a Man.”
"Know he that it was he in the times past which held you So under fortune which you thought had been our Innocent self ... I will put that business in your bosoms whose execution takes your enemy off grapples you to the heart and love of us who wear our health but sickly in his life, Which in his death were perfect.”