Macbeth
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- ACT III; SCENE III
- Macbeth
- But who did bid thee join us?
- He need not our mistrust, since he delivers out offices and what we have to do. To the direction just.
- Give us a light there, ho!
- HARK, I hear horses.
- Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of the day. Now spurs the lated travler apace to gain the timely inn, and near approaches the subject of our wrath
- His horses go about.
- Almost a mile; but he does usually--so all men do--from hence to the palace gate make it their walk.
- The 'tis he: the rest that are within the note of expectation already are i'th th' court
- Stand to 't
- It will be rain tonight
- A light a light!
- O treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly,fly,fly! Thou may 'st revenge---O slave!
- There's but one down. The son has fled.
- Who did strike out the light?
- Was't that not the way?
- Well, let's away and say how much is done.
- We have lost best half of our affair.
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