Murth. True, my Lord

Macb. So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,

That euery minute of his being, thrusts

Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could

With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,

And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,

For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,

Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,

Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,

That I to your assistance doe make loue,

Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,

For sundry weightie Reasons

2.Murth. We shall, my Lord,

Performe what you command vs

1.Murth. Though our Liues-

Macb. Your Spirits shine through you.

Within this houre, at most,

I will aduise you where to plant your selues,

Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,

The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,

And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,

That I require a clearenesse; and with him,

To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:

Fleans , his Sonne, that keepes him companie,

Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me,

Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate

Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,

Ile come to you anon

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