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34 Macbeth [Act I Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other — Enter Lady Macbeth How now ! what news ? Lady Macbeth. He has almost supp 'd : why have you left the chamber? Macbeth. Hath he ask'd for me? Lady Macbeth. Know you not he has? 30 Macbeth. We will proceed no further in this business. He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady Macbeth. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour 40 As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, 26. To what conclusion does Macbeth come?