Banquet scene
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- My lord, his throat is cut. That I did for him.
- 'Tis Banquo’s then.
- There’s blood upon thy face.
- Thanks for that.There the grown serpent lies. The worm that’s fled Hath nature that in time will venom breed;No teeth for th' present. Get thee gone. Tomorrow We’ll hear ourselves again.
- Tis better thee without than he within.Is he dispatched?
- hehehehe :)
- May ’t please your highness sit.
- Gentlemen, rise. His highness is not well.
- O proper stuff!This is the very painting of your fear.This is the air-drawn dagger which you saidLed you to Duncan. Oh, these flaws and starts,Impostors to true fear, would well become
- A woman’s story at a winter’s fire,Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself!Why do you make such faces? When all’s done,You look but on a stool.
- Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appall the devil.
- Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
- It will have blood, they say. Blood will have blood.Stones have been known to move, and trees tospeak.
- Augurs and understood relations haveBy magot pies and choughs and rooks brought forthThe secret’st man of blood.—What is the night?
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