I have no reason to spur myself to act on my desires other than ambition, which makes people leap into action and into tragedy. Pity, like an innocent newborn baby, will ride the wind like a winged angel, or on invisible horses through the air, to spread news of the horrible deed across the land, so that a flood of tears will fall from the sky. Besides, Duncan has been such a humble leader-so honest and free from corruption-that his virtues will make angels sing for him and cry out like trumpets against his murder. Second, I am his host, and should be closing the door to any murderer rather than trying to murder him myself. The king trusts me twice over: first, I am his kinsman and his subject. His surviving works consist of 38 plays, 154 sonnets, two long narrative. He is often called England's national poet and the 'Bard of Avon' (or simply 'The Bard'). to make it to heaven, tonight’s the night. Banquo, if your soul is going If it find heaven, must find it out tonight. Banquo, thy soul’s flight, The deal is closed. Justice, being even-handed, forces the cup we poisoned and gave to others back to our own lips. William Shakespeare (baptised 26 April 1564) was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. No Fear Shakespeare Macbeth (by SparkNotes) -33- Original Text Modern Text Exeunt MURDERERS The MURDERERS exit. Violent acts only teach others to commit violence-and the violence of our students will come back to plague us teachers. ![]() But for such crimes there are still consequences in this world. Then, at this point, I would do it and risk the afterlife. If the assassination of the king could be like a net-catching up all the consequences of the act within it-then the act would be the be-all and end-all of the whole affair. ![]() If this will really all be over once it’s done, then it would be best to get it over with quickly. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself And falls on th’ other. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off And pity, like a naked newborn babe, Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. He’s here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself. But in these cases We still have judgment here, that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague th’ inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips. If the 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. If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly.
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