Some more Macbeth, this time from his wife:

But screw your courage to the sticking-place,

And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep

Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey

Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains

Will I with wine and wassail so convince

That memory, the warder of the brain,

Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason

A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep

Their drenched natures lie as in a death,

What cannot you and I perform upon

The unguarded Duncan? what not put upon

His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt

Of our great quell?

Canucks and Kings head to the 2nd period. Coconuts go, KILL THE KINGS!