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Act Four, Scene 1|partial text
MACBETH: Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits.
The flighty purpose never is overtook
Unless the deed go with it. From this moment
The very feelings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done!
--Contemporary Translation (on the facing page in the book)
MACBETH: Time, you intercept my dreadful deeds.
Unless we act on our purpose the moment we think of it,
The chance is lost. From this moment,
The first impulse of my heart shall be
The first impulse of my hand. And even now,
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and be it done!