1 But in them nature's copy's not eterne.
2 You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
3 A good and virtuous nature may recoil In an imperial charge.
4 Safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head; The least a death to nature.
5 A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
6 There the grown serpent lies; the worm that's fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed, No teeth for th present.
7 Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny; it hath been Th untimely emptying of the happy throne, And fall of many kings.
8 The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
9 Our fears in Banquo Stick deep, and in his royalty of nature Reigns that which would be fear'd: 'tis much he dares; And, to that dauntless temper of his mind, He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour To act in safety.'
10 Here lay Duncan, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; And his gash'd stabs look'd like a breach in nature For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, Steep'd in the colours of their trade, their daggers Unmannerly breech'd with gore.