Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.
Of all men else I have avoided thee.
5But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.
have no words.
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
10With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
15Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb