The Tragedy of Macbeth
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1:13:13
There's blood upon thy face.
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- 'Tis Banquo's then.
- Is he despatched?

1:13:21
His throat is cut.
That I did for him.

1:13:25
Thou art the best of the cutthroats.
1:13:27
Yet he's good that did
the like for Fleance.

1:13:30
If thou didst that,
thou art the nonpareil.

1:13:33
Most royal sir, Fleance is escaped.
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Then comes my fit again.
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I had else been perfect, whole as
the marble, founded as the rock.

1:13:46
But now I am cabined, confined,
bound in to saucy doubts and fears.

1:13:51
- But Banquo's safe?
- Ay, my good lord.

1:13:53
Safe in a ditch he bides,
with 20 trenched gashes on his head.

1:13:59
There the grown serpent lies.
1:14:02
The worm that's fled hath nature
that in time will venom breed.

1:14:07
No teeth for the present.
1:14:10
Get thee gone.
Tomorrow we'll hear ourselves again.


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