Act 1 Scene 7 - Was the hope drunk

  1. Lady Macbeth:

                         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 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' th’ adage?

  2. Macbeth:

     Pr'ythee, peace!
    I dare do all that may become a man, 
    Who dares do more, is none.