If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. If th' assassination could trammel up the consequence and catch With his surcease success,...
...That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and [shoal] of time, We’d jump the life to come.
Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eyes , That tears shall drown the wind. I have no supr To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on th' other-
He has almost supped. Why have you left the chamber?
Know you not be has?
Hath he asked for me?
We fail? But screw your courage to the sticking place And we'll not fail
If we should fail-
I am settled and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show. False face must hide what the false hart doth know.
As we shall make our grief and clamor roar Upon his death?