Shall have more vices than it had before,
More suffer, and more sundry ways than ever,
By him that shall succeed.
MACDUFF What should he be?
MALCOLM
It is myself I mean, in whom I know50
All the particulars of vice so grafted51
That, when they shall be opened, black Macbeth52
Will seem as pure as snow, and the poor state
Esteem him as a lamb, being compared
With my confineless harms.55
MACDUFF Not in the legions
Of horrid hell can come a devil more damned
In evils to top Macbeth.
MALCOLM I grant him bloody,
Luxurious, avaricious, false, deceitful,58
Sudden, malicious, smacking of every sin59
That has a name. But there's no bottom, none,60
In my voluptuousness. Your wives, your daughters,
Your matrons, and your maids could not fill up
The cistern of my lust; and my desire
All continent impediments would o'erbear64
That did oppose my will. Better Macbeth
Than such an one to reign.
MACDUFF Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny. It hath been67
Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
To take upon you what is yours. You may70
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty71