Lady macbeth. was the hope drunk
wherein you dress'd 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 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 coward in thine own esteem.
letting "i dare not" wait upon "i would,"
like the poor cat i' the adage?