Sonnets, Speeches & Sonneteers
Sonnet Walk Weekend VIII (2018) – Sonnets, Speeches & Sonneteers THE PORTER - Macbeth, Act 2 Sc 3 (Richard Neale) My glass shall not persuade me I am old, Knock, knock, knock! Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of So long as youth and thou are of one date; hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. Who's there, i' the name But when in thee time's furrows I behold, of Beelzebub? Then look I death my days should expiate. Here's a farmer that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty: For all that beauty that doth cover thee come in time; have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't. Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me: equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale; How can I then be elder than thou art? who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary equivocate to heaven: O, come in, equivocator. As I, not for myself, but for thee will; Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary hither, for stealing out of a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may As tender nurse her babe from faring ill. roast your goose. Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain; Knock, knock; never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.
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