Character: Macduff

Masterghost feelings akin to tyranny.

- I lost hope.
Perhaps where I found doubt.

Gatekeeper: <...> drinking, you know, always brings to three things.
Macduff: how is it three things?
Gatekeeper: Red nose, collapsing people to sleep and no end to the yard run. The wine leads also to babycunt, velocista. Leads to sin and sin leads. I want to sin, and the case and not out. In respect of debauchery - wine thing is a treacherous, sly. Itself puts on its hind legs, forcing itself to fall forces. Very deceiving itself accuses of cheating.
Port.: <...> drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things.
Macd.: What three things does drink especially provoke?
Port.: Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance; therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him and it mars him; it sets him on and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.