Macbeth – If it were gone when ’tis gone, then ‘twere well; It were gone quickly

MacBeth

Shakespeare

Witches are usually scary and creepy, but Macbeth is happy to hear three witches tell him that he is going to be king one day. After this prediction, his wife, Lady Macbeth, gets impatient sitting around waiting for the current king to die. She prods Macbeth to kill the king (now who is scary and creepy). Macbeth contemplates the murder. If the assassination didn’t come with any consequences, Macbeth would love to be king, but killing a well-liked king is very bad karma.

At Macbeth’s Castle, where King Duncan is a guest:
Hautboys and torches. Enter a Sewer, and divers Servants with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACBETH.

Macbeth
If it were done when ’tis done, then ‘twere well
It were done quickly. If the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We’d jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here, that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague th’ inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice
To our own lips. He’s here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked newborn babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven’s cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself
And falls on th’ other.

Dogspeare

This Thanksgiving, the humans have been incredibly busy in the kitchen and it smells amazing! Just as the table is finished being set, the food is left alone with Macgruff. He contemplates whether to jump up on the table and eat the food. It would be an amazing feast if there were no repercussions, but spoiling this dinner is bound to get him a date with punishment.

 
 
Thanksgiving Dinner. Enter humans with dishes and service, and pass over the stage. Then enter MACGRUFF.
 
 

Macgruff
If it were gone when ’tis gone, then ‘twere well
It were gone quickly. If the ravenous feasting
Could trammel up the turkey leg, and leave
No crumb on the table; that but this bite
Might be the eat-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon bank and shoal of kibble,
We’d jump the meal to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here, that we but teach
Hungry instructions, which, being taught, return
To starve th’ inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the furtive patience of our silent plotting
To our own bowls. They’re here in double trust:
First, as I am their best friend and companion,
Strong both against the deed; then, as their guard,
Who should against their burglars alert bark woof,
Not bare the bones myself. Besides, this household
Hath borne its dog treats with largesse, hath been
So kind with its belly rubs, that its virtues
Will plead like trainers, whistle-tongued, against
The famine by fowl taken-off table;
And the sight, like an unfurled toilet roll,
Shred to pieces, or muddy paw prints, laid
Upon the priceless carpet of the bedroom,
Shall sear the horrid theft in every eye,
That they shall lock me up. I have no claw
To scratch the sides of my hunger, but only
Feral instinct, whose repression keeps me
Under the warm table.

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