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Lady Macbeth

A Tragedy
  
  
  

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SCENE VI.

MACBETH.
Spirit of valour, more than masculine,
Whom nor disease, nor circumstance can daunt,
But still when heaviest prest springs into strength,
And with its native royalty dilates
Still mightier than before.—Had I but men
Temper'd to half her pitch of energy,
The heav'ns might glare with prodigies of fire,
And hell's grim demons on the clouds appear,
In hideous panoply for Malcom's cause,
Nor change the pride of my collected soul.—
Who waits?—Send to me here the culdee priest.—
If all things be in one great frame conjoined,
The old man should by nat'ral symptom know
The issue of this crisis in my fate.