act 3 scene 3 and 4
He's going to his mother's closet. Behind the arras I'll convey myself
Thanks, dear my lord.
It hath the primal eldest curse upon't, a brother's murder. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, and like a man to double business bound I stand in pause where I shall first begin, and both neglect
Now might I do it pat. No, if I do this same villain send to heaven. This physic but prolongs thy sickly days.
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below. Words without thought never to heaven go.
Come, come and sit you down. You shall not budge!
What will thou do? Thou wilt not murder me? Help, ho!
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