Macbeth
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- Both of youKnow Banquo was your enemy.for ’t must be done tonight.
- True, my lord.
- We shall, my lord,Perform what you command us.
- We have scorched the snake, not killed it. Hath rung night’s yawning peal, there shall be done. A deed of dreadful note
- What’s to be done?
- Well, let’s away and say howmuch is done.
- We have lost best half of our affair.
- There’s but one down. The son is fled.
- My lord is often thusAnd hath been from his youth. Pray you, keep seat. He will again be well. If much you note him,60You shall offend him and extend his passion.
- Thou canst not say I did it. Never shakeThy gory locks at me.
- Gentlemen, rise. His highness is not well.
- Why, how now, Hecate! You look angerly.
- Have I not reason, beldams as you are.which is worse, all you have done. Hath been but for a wayward son. He shall spurn fate, scorn death,and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear.
- Things have been strangely borne. The gracious DuncanWas pitied of Macbeth. Marry, he was dead.And the right-valiant Banquo walked too late,
- From whom this tyrant holds the due of birth. Thither Macduff. with Him above. To ratify the work—we may again. Give to our tables meat, sleep to our nights,
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