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Lady Macbeth                                        

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time — bear welcome in your eye,
Your hand, your tongue. Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under't. He that's coming

Duncan

                   Welcome hither.
I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquo,
That hast no less deserved, nor must be known
No less to have done so. Let me enfold thee
And hold thee to my heart.

Ross

In viewing o'er the rest o' the selfsame day,
He finds thee in the stout Norwegian ranks,
Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make,
Strange images of death. As thick as hail

Ross

Strange images of death. As thick as hail
Came post with post, and every one did bear
Thy praises in his kingdom's great defense,
And poured them down before him.

Banquo

Ross

Angus

Ross

Banquo

Macbeth

Angus

Macbeth

Banquo

[Banquo joins Ross and Angus; Macbeth speaks to himself]

Macbeth

[Aside] Two truths are told
As happy prologues to the swelling act
Of the imperial theme. [To Ross and Angus] I thank you, gentlemen.

Sergeant

                                   Doubtful it stood,
As two spent swimmers that do cling together
And choke their art. The merciless Macdonald —

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