O! never Shall sun that morrow see. Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under ’t.
we will speak further
Only look up clear To alter favour ever is to fear. Leave all the rest to me.
In this scene Lady macbeth is saying that macbeth is to full o milk which basically refers to that macbeth is not manly enough
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He has almost supp’d: why have you left the chamber?
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promis’d. Yet do I fear thy nature It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way; thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it; what thou wouldst highly
Lady macbeth has told macbeth what she is planning to do
We will proceed no further in this business: He hath honour’d me of late; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.
Enter lady Macbeth
Hath he ask’d for me?
Know you not he has?
Was the hope drunk, Wherein you dress’d yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem’st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting ‘I dare not’ wait upon ‘I would, Like the poor cat i’ the adage?