Page 2094 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

MACBETH

Bring forth men-children only!
For thy undaunted mettle should compose
Nothing but males. Will it not be received,

When we have marked with blood those sleepy two
Of his own chamber, and used their very daggers,
That they have done’t?

LADY
Who dares receive it other,
As we shall make our griefs and clamour roar

Upon his death?

MACBETH

I am settled; and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. [80]
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Exeunt.