Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking. I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent.
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks, And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy?
I am armed, And dangers are to me indifferent.
Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take thee for pity.
Have I in conquest stretched mine arm so far To be afeared to tell greybeards the truth?
The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle that we tread upon In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
For Banquo's issue have I filed my mind; For them the gracious Duncan have I murdered; Put rancors in the vessel of my peace Only for them; and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man, To make them kings, the seeds of Banquo kings!
Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
Let never day nor night unhallowed pass, But still remember what the Lord hath done.