ROSS You must have patience, madam. LADY MACDUFF He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.

But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If you have ever looked on better days, If ever been where bells knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear, And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. . . .

woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see

Such antics do not amount to a man.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.