We will proceed no further in this business.
He hath honoured me of late, and I have bought
Golden opinions from all sorts of people,
Which would be worn now in their newest gloss,
Not cast aside so soon.
[(1) Was the hope drunk
Wherein you dressed yourself? Hath it slept since?
And wakes it now to look so green and pale
At what it did so freely?] From this time,
Such I account thy [(2) love]. Art thou afeard
To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a [(3) coward] in thine own esteem,
Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Like the poor cat i'th'adage?
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none.
What beast was't then
That made you break this enterprise to me?
[(4) When you durst do it, then you were a man.
And to be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man.] Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both.
[(5) They have made themselves] and that their fitness now
Does unmake you. I have given suck and know
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums
And [(6) dashed the brains out], had I so [(7) sworn]
As you have done to this.
If we should fail?
[(8) We fail?]
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
And [(9) we'll not fail].
Act 1 Scene 7