We have scorched the snake, not killed it.She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor maliceRemains in danger of her former tooth.But let the frame of things disjoint, Both the worlds suffer,Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleepIn the affliction of these terrible dreamsThat shake us nightly
Madam, I will.
Say to the king, I would attend his leisure For a few words.
Lady Macbeth and servent enter the room where they find Macbeth taking to him self about how he is conserned about his secret going out and people fining out that he killed the king
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You must leave this.In Banquo, and Fleance, nature's copy's not eterne.
Unsafe the while, that we must lave our honors In these flattering streams, and make our faces Vizards to our hearts, disguising what they are.O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife. Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives.
Macbeth takes to lady Macbeth and his conserds. He is thinking of killing Banquo and his kids
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Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,Till thou applaud the deed. Come, sealing night,Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible handCancel and tear to pieces that great bondWhich keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow makes wing to the rooky wood.
What's to be done?
Macbeth has made up his mind and is willing to kill Banquo to save his secret and make sure no one finds out about him.
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