Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie.
Murth. Murth.
Murth. True, my Lord.
Macb. Macb.
Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
Macb. That euery minute of his being, thrusts
Macb. Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
Macb. With bare‑fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
Macb. And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
Macb. For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
Macb. Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Macb. Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
Macb. That I to your assistance doe make loue,
Macb. Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
Macb. For sundry weightie Reasons.
2. Murth 2. Murth
2. Murth We shall, my Lord,
2. Murth Performe what you command vs.
1. Murth. 1. Murth.
1. Murth. Though our Liues‑‑