1 Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil.
2 There's warrant in that theft Which steals itself, when there's no mercy left.
3 The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
4 Being unprepar'd, Our will became the servant to defect, Which else should free have wrought.
5 Strange things I have in head, that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
6 Who was the Thane lives yet, But under heavy judgement bears that life Which he deserves to lose.
7 To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage; To do worse to you were fell cruelty, Which is too nigh your person.
8 Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard.
9 My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret farther: only, I say, Thing's have been strangely borne.
10 Tis call'd the evil: A most miraculous work in this good king; Which often, since my here-remain in England, I have seen him do.
11 Mine eyes are made the fools o the other senses, Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still; And on thy blade and dudgeon, gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
12 He that's coming Must be provided for; and you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch; Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
13 Your Highness' part Is to receive our duties: and our duties Are to your throne and state, children and servants; Which do but what they should, by doing everything Safe toward your love and honour.
14 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.
15 Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
16 When I came hither to transport the tidings, Which I have heavily borne, there ran a rumour Of many worthy fellows that were out; Which was to my belief witness'd the rather, For that I saw the tyrant's power afoot.
17 I have liv'd long enough: my way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
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