Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.

If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be?

Better were it to be unborn than ill-bred.

Shall I, like an hermit, dwell On a rock or in a cell?

If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.

I see Macbeth as a young, open-faced warrior, who is gradually sucked into a whirpool of events because of his ambition. When he meets the weird sisters and he…

I never go to where's a risk. I'm frightened of dangers down to boredom.