MACBETH
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: 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. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredience of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. 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. 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 new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur the
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on th'other.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: 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. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredience of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. 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. 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 new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur the
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on th'other.
TRANSLATION
If the task were done, when it was done,
it should be done quickly, if the assassination
could entangle the consequences, and catch
with his murder, be a success. If only this murder
Could be the be-all and the end-all right here,
Could be the be-all and the end-all right here,
Only here , at this dark time
We'd risk everything we have to have more. Only in these things,
If we are not puniched for our sins we will be teaching others that it is okay to kill
and once they learn, they come back
To murder us. Justice is evenly handed out it
Returns to us the ingredients of poisoned
To our own lips. Duncan is here in double trust.
First, he is here because I am his family and his subject,
Both Strong reasons why I should protect him
We'd risk everything we have to have more. Only in these things,
If we are not puniched for our sins we will be teaching others that it is okay to kill
and once they learn, they come back
To murder us. Justice is evenly handed out it
Returns to us the ingredients of poisoned
To our own lips. Duncan is here in double trust.
First, he is here because I am his family and his subject,
Both Strong reasons why I should protect him
Secondly, as his host I should keep the murders locked out ,
Not have the dagger myself in hand. Besides, this Duncan
Has been very humble , proud and confident of how things are going.
Not have the dagger myself in hand. Besides, this Duncan
Has been very humble , proud and confident of how things are going.
free from pain ,the virtues will pray like angles as loud as trumpets play
against the deep evil act of murder, and pity, like a naked new-born baby,
Moving in opposite direction of the death, or heaven's messengers, backed up
by the messengers of the air,
Shall everyone hear about the tragic death of the king,
And tears shall drown out of the wind. I can't think of one good reason why I murder him, only
by the messengers of the air,
Shall everyone hear about the tragic death of the king,
And tears shall drown out of the wind. I can't think of one good reason why I murder him, only
Ambition that lead me to it, even itself,
And it falls on the other reasons
And it falls on the other reasons
Good work here.
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