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And under him my genius is rebuked.
1:01:10
We'll keep ourself till suppertime
alone. Till then, God be with you.
1:01:18
He chid the sisters, when first
they put the name of king upon me...
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... and bade them speak to him.
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Then, prophet-like they hailed him...
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... father to a line of kings.
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Upon my head,
they placed a fruitless crown...
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... and put a barren sceptre
in my grip.
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Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal
hand, no son of mine succeeding.
1:01:46
If it be so...
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... for Banquo's sons
have I defiled my mind.
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For them the gracious Duncan
have I murdered.
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To make them kings.
The seeds of Banquo kings.
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Stay within call.
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- Was it not yesterday we spoke?
- It was, Your Highness.
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Well then now, have you
considered of my speeches?
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Know that it was he in times past
which held you under fortune...
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...which you thought had been
our innocent self.
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You made this known to us.
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Is patience so predominant in
your nature that you can let this go?
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Are you so gospelled to pray
for this man and for his issue...
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...whose heavy hand has bowed you to
the grave and beggared yours forever?