MACBETH
Well then, now Have you consider'd of my speeches? Know That it 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, pass'd in probation with you, How you were borne in hand, how cross'd, the instruments, Who
wrought with them, and all things else that might To half a soul and to a notion crazed Say 'Thus did Banquo.' First Murderer
You made it known to us. MACBETH
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 so gospell'd To pray for this good man and for his issue, Whose
heavy hand hath bow'd you to the grave And beggar'd yours for ever? First Murderer
We are men, my liege. MACBETH
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men; As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-
rugs and demi-wolves, are clept All by the name of dogs: the valued file Distinguishes the swift, the slow,
the subtle, The housekeeper, the hunter, every one According to the gift which bounteous nature Hath in
him closed; whereby he does receive Particular addition. from the bill That writes them all alike: and so
of men. Now, if you have a station in the file, Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say 't; And I will put that
business in your bosoms, Whose execution takes your enemy off, Grapples you to the heart and love of
us, Who wear our health but sickly in his life, Which in his death were perfect. Second Murderer
I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless
what I do to spite the world. First Murderer
And I another So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my lie on any chance, To mend
it, or be rid on't. MACBETH
Both of you Know Banquo was your enemy. Both Murderers
True, my lord. MACBETH
So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, That every minute of his being thrusts Against my near'st of
life: and though I could With barefaced power sweep him from my sight And bid my will avouch it, yet I
must not, For certain friends that are both his and mine, Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall Who
I myself struck down; and thence it is, That I to your assistance do make love, Masking the business from
the common eye For sundry weighty reasons.
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