1.You know your own degrees, sit down; at first and last, the hearty welcome.
2.Thanks to your majesty.
3.Our self will mingle with society and play the humble host; our hostess keeps her state, but in best time we will require her welcome.
4.Pronounce it for me, sir, to all our friends, for my heart speaks, they are welcome.
5.Thou art the best o' the cut-throats;Yet he's good that did the like for Fleance.If thou didst it, thou art the nonpareil.
7.But Banquo's safe?
1.There's blood on thy face.
9.Thanks for that. Get thee gone. Tomorrow We'll hear ourselves again.
3.'Tis better thee without, than he within.Is he dispatched?
8.Ay, my good lord, safe in a ditch he bides, With twenty trenched gashes on his head.
4.My lord, his throat is cut;That I did for him.
2.'Tis Banquo's then.
6.Most royal sir, Fleance is 'scaped.
3.O proper stuff!This is the air-drawn dagger which you said Led you to Duncan. Shame itself!
1.Are you a man?
2. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Whick might appal the devil.
4.Prithee, see there! Behold, look, lo! How say you?
1.Avaunt and quit my sight; let the earth hide thee. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold, Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
2.Think of this, good peers, But as a thing of custom; 'tis no other Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
3.What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble — or be alive again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword. If trembling I inhabit, then protest me
1.I pray you, speak not; he grows worse and worse. Question enrages him. At once, good night. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
2.Good night and better healthAttend his majesty.
3. A kind good night to all.
4.Did you send to him, sir?
2. at odds with morning, which is which.
1.It will have blood. They say, blood will have blood. Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak; Augurs and understood relations have By maggot-pies and choughs and rooks brought forth The secret'st man of blood. What is the night?
6.You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
5.I hear it by the way; but I will send. There's not a one of them, but in his house I keep a servant fee’d.I am in blood, Stepped in so far that should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Strange things I have in head that will to hand, Which must be acted ere they may be scanned
3.How say'st thou, that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding?
7.Come, we'll to sleep.
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