1 Throw physic to the dogs, I'll none of it.
2 Laugh to scorn The power of man, for none of woman born Shall harm Macbeth.
3 He had none: His flight was madness: when our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.
4 So I lose none In seeking to augment it, but still keep My bosom franchis'd, and allegiance clear, I shall be counsell'd.
5 There is none but he Whose being I do fear: and under him My genius is rebuk'd; as, it is said, Mark Antony's was by Caesar.
6 Gracious England hath Lent us good Siward and ten thousand men; An older and a better soldier none That Christendom gives out.
7 Tis his main hope; For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt, And none serve with him but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too.
8 But I have none: the king-becoming graces, As justice, verity, temp'rance, stableness, Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness, Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude, I have no relish of them; but abound In the division of each several crime, Acting it many ways.
9 I grant him bloody, Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful, Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin That has a name: but there's no bottom, none, In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, Your matrons, and your maids, could not fill up The cistern of my lust; and my desire All continent impediments would o'erbear, That did oppose my will: better Macbeth Than such an one to reign.