Well then, now Have you considered of my speeches? Know that is was he, in the times past, which held you so under fortune, which you thought had been Our innocent self. This I made good to you In our last conference, passed in probation with you How you were borne in hand. How crossed the instruments, Who wrought with them, and all things else that might To half a soul and to notion crazed say “This did Banquo.”
First MurderYou made it known to us
i did so, and went further Which is now Our point of second meeting. Do you find Your patience so predominant in your nature That you can let this go? Are you su gospeled To pray for this good man and for gis issue, Whose heavy hand hath bowed you to the grave And beggared yours forever?
First MurderWe men are our, my liege.
Ay, in the catalogue you go for men, As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughts, water-rugs, and demi wolves are clept All by the name of dogs. The valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the stuble, The house keeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hathin him closed; whereby he does receive Particular addition, from the bill that writes them all allike. And so of men Now, if you have a station in the file,
Not i'th' worst rank of manhood, say't And i will put the that business in your bosoms Whose execution takes your enemy off, Grapples you take the heart and love us, Who wear our health but sickly in life, Which in his death were perfect.
Second Murder I am one, my liege, whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Hath so incensed that I am reckless what I do despite the world.