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Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess. [30]

He kisses her. Exeunt.

Scene VII IT

Hautboys. Torches. Enter a Sewer and divers Servants with dishes and
service over the stage. Then enter Macbeth.

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 judgement here − that we but teach

Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice [10]
Commends the ingredience of our poisoned 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, trumped-tongued against
The deep damnation of his taking-off; [20]

And Pity, like a naked new-born babe
Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubin, horsed
Upon the sightless curriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur