April 11, 2011

MACBETH	Aside.
	Two truths are told,
	As happy prologues to the swelling act
	Of the imperial theme. -- I thank you, gentlemen.
	Aside.
	This supernatural soliciting
	Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
	Why hath it given me earnest of success,	140
	Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor:
	If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
	Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
	And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
	Against the use of nature? Present fears	145
	Are less than horrible imaginings:
	My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
	Shakes so my single state of man that function
	Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
	But what is not.	150
BANQUO	Look, how our partner's rapt.
MACBETH	Aside.
	If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,
	Without my stir.
BANQUO	New honors come upon him,
	Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould
	But with the aid of use.	155
MACBETH	Aside.
	Come what come may,
	Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.