Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.

First Witch He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find.

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

And makes me poor indeed.

And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.

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 coward in thine own esteem, Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,' Like the poor cat i' the adage?