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60 Macbeth 



[Act III 



And I will put that business in your bosoms, 
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. 

Second Murderer. I am one, my liege, 

Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world 
Hath so incens'd that I am reckless what 
I do to spite the world. 

First Murderer. And I another n 

So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, 
That I would set my life on any chance, 
To mend it or be rid on't. 

Macbeth. Both of you 

Know Banquo was your enemy. 

Both Murderers. True, my lord. 

Macbeth. So is he mine, and in such bloody 
distance 
That every minute of his being thrusts 
Against my near'st of life : and though I could 
With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight 
And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, 
For certain friends that are both his and mine, 120 
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall 
Who I myself struck down: and thence it is, 
That I to your assistance do make love, 
Masking the business from the common eye 
For sundry weighty reasons.