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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!