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and thou opposed,

And damned be him that first cries,

My Lord, I will not.

Goes Fleance with you?

There would have been a time for such a word.

and put a barren sceptre in my grip,

Accursed be the tongue that tells me so,

But here upon this bank and shoal of time

Ay, my good Lord.

and bade them speak to him.

go not my horse the better.

Was the hope drunk wherein you dressed yourself?

King of Scotland!

I will advise you where to plant yourselves,

and great prediction of noble having and of royal hope

which o'erleaps itself and falls on the other.

Infected be the air whereon they ride

...but as a thing of custom.

We have scorched the snake, not killed it.

Hail, lesser than Macbeth and greater.

I have almost slipped the hour.

Ring the alarum bells!

heaven forgive him too.

and I feel now the future in the instant.

whole as the marble, founded as the rock,

'To be thus...is nothing,

No more o' that.

Let not your ears despise my tongue which shall possess them

why, by the verities on thee made good, may they not be my oracles as well

the ingredience of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.

'returning were as tedious as go o'er.

and there an end.

give to the edge of the sword his wife, his babes,

'And I fear thou playedst most foully for't.

lamentings heard in the air,

and all unfortunate souls that trace him in his line.

Then, as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door,

The King hath happily received, Macbeth,

trumpet-tongued against the deep damnation of his taking-off.

I dare do all that may become a man.