Macbeth

And does blaspheme his breed? Thy royal father108

Was a most sainted king; the queen that bore thee,

Oft'ner upon her knees than on her feet,110

Died every day she lived. Fare thee well.111

These evils thou repeat'st upon thyself

Hath banished me from Scotland. O my breast,

Thy hope ends here.

MALCOLM Macduff, this noble passion,

Child of integrity, hath from my soul

Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts116

To thy good truth and honor. Devilish Macbeth

By many of these trains hath sought to win me118

Into his power; and modest wisdom plucks me119

From overcredulous haste; but God above120

Deal between thee and me, for even now

I put myself to thy direction and

Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure

The taints and blames I laid upon myself

For strangers to my nature. I am yet125

Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,

Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,

At no time broke my faith, would not betray

The devil to his fellow, and delight

No less in truth than life. My first false speaking130

Was this upon myself. What I am truly

Is thine and my poor country's to command;

Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,

Old Siward with ten thousand warlike men

135 Already at a point was setting forth.

136 Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness Be like our warranted quarrel. Why are you silent?