Some more Macbeth, this time from his wife:
But screw your courage to the sticking-place,And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleepWhereto the rather shall his day's hard journeySoundly invite him — his two chamberlainsWill I with wine and wassail so convinceThat memory, the warder of the brain,Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reasonA limbeck only. When in swinish sleepTheir drenched natures lie as in a death,What cannot you and I perform uponThe unguarded Duncan? what not put uponHis spongy officers, who shall bear the guiltOf our great quell?