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24 Macbeth [Act I Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man that function i 40 Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is But what is not. Banquo. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macbeth [Aside], If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without my stir. Banquo. New honors come upon him, Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould But with the aid of use. Macbeth. [Aside] Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Banquo. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure. Macbeth. Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains 150 Are register'd where every day I turn The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king. [To Banquo] Think upon what hath chanced, and at more time, The interim having weigh' d it, let us speak Our free hearts each to other. Banquo. Very gladly.