macbeth

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Most royal sir, fleance is 'scaped.
Then comes my fit again. I had else been perfect, whole as marble, founded as the rock, As board and general as the casing air. But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.--But Banquo's safe?
Thanks for that. There the grown serpent lies. The worm that's fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed, No teeth for th' present. Get thee gone. Tomorrow We'll hear ourselves again.
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My royal lord, You do not give the cheer. The feast is sold That is not often vouched, while 'tis a-making, 'Tis given with welcome. To feed were best at home; From thence, the sauce to meat is ceremony; Metting were bare without it
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Sweet remembrance! Now, good digestion wait on appetite And health on both!
Here had we now our country's honor roofed, Were the graced person of our Banquo present, Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Than pity for mischance.
His absence, sir, Lays blame upon his promise. Please 't your Higness To grace us with your royal company?
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Ay, my good lord. Safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head, The last a death to nature
May't please your Highness sit.

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