Act 3 Scene 1
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- Thou hast it now—king, Cawdor, Glamis, all/ As the Weïrd Women promised, and I fear/ Thou played’st most foully for ’t.
- Ride you this afternoon?
- Ay, my good lord.
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- Ride you this afternoon?
- Ay, my good lord.
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- Ride you this afternoon?
- Was it not yesterday we spoke together?
- Ay, my good lord.
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- 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.
- Ride you this afternoon?
- Ay, my good lord.
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- Ride you this afternoon?
- We shall, my lord,Perform what you command us.
- Both of you /Know Banquo was your enemy.
- Ay, my good lord.
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