If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Blood to beget blood, So that our natures Transform us into something base, Whose mind is rapt with horror and remorse. Yet, do I fear thy nature; it is too full o’ the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. (Enter Lady Macbeth) Glamis, thou art; and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promised: yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. Hie thee hither, that I may pour my spirits in thine ear, And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crowned withal. (Exit Lady Macbeth) Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe topful Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman’s breast, And take my milk for gall, you murderous ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature’s mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!' (Enter Macbeth) Great Glamis! Worthy Cawdor! Greater than both by the all-hail hereafter! Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none: So all hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! All hail, Macbeth! That shalt be king hereafter! (Exit Lady Macbeth) Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth! Beware Macduff! Beware the thane of Fife! Duncan comes here to-night. And when he does, he shall be brought To his eternal rest; and, in his place, A much more noble, than Macbeth, shall take His honour. And with it, his title and his estate. (Enter Banquo) Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all, As the weird women promised, and I fear Thou play'dst most foully for't. Yet, it is said, That blows have power: yet, they have their end; But, in the end, They think that the reader will be asked to identify various techniques used by Shakespeare in this extract, such as soliloquy, imagery, and metaphor, and to analyse their effects on the audience and character development.