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Scene ill] Macbeth 91 

He hath not touch'd you yet. I am young; but 

something 
You may discern of him through me ; and wisdom 
To offer up a weak, poor, innocent lamb 
To appease an angry god. 

Macduff. I am not treacherous. 

Malcolm. But Macbeth is. 

A good and virtuous nature may recoil 
In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your 

pardon ; 20 

That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose : 
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell : 
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace, 
Yet grace must still look so. 

Macduff. I have lost my hopes. 

Malcolm. Perchance even there where I did find 
my doubts. 
Why in that rawness left you wife and child, 
Those precious motives, those strong knots of love, 
Without leave-taking? I pray you, 
Let not my jealousies be your dishonours, 
But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just, 30 
Whatever I shall think. 

Macduff. Bleed, bleed, poor country; 

Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure, 
For goodness dare not check thee: wear thou thy 
wrongs ; 

22. Explain the application of this verse to the piece.