Who can be wise, amazed, temp'rate, and furious,Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.Th'expedition of my violent loveOutrun the pauser, reason. Here lay Duncan,His silver skin laced with his golden blood,And his gashed stabs looked like a breach in natureFor ruin's wasteful entrance; there, the murderers,Steeped in the colors of their trade, their daggersUnmannerly breeched with gore. Who could refrain,That had a heart to love, and in that heartCourage to make's love known?

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