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| Enter LADY MACBETH and a
SERVANT |
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| LADY MACBETH and a
SERVANT enter. |
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| | LADY MACBETH |
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Is Banquo gone from court? |
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| LADY MACBETH |
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Has Banquo left the court? |
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| | SERVANT |
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Ay, madam, but returns again tonight. |
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| SERVANT |
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Yes, madam, but he'll be back tonight. |
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| | LADY MACBETH |
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Say to the king I would attend his leisure |
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For a few words. |
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| LADY MACBETH |
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Go tell the king I want to talk to him for a few minutes. |
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| SERVANT |
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No problem, madam. |
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| | LADY MACBETH |
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Naught's had, all's spent, |
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Where our desire is got without content. |
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'Tis safer to be that which we destroy |
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Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy. |
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| LADY MACBETH |
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If you get what you want and you're still not happy,
you've spent everything and gained nothing. It's
better to be the person who gets murdered than to be the killer and
be tormented with anxiety. |
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How now, my lord! Why do you keep alone, |
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Of sorriest fancies your companions making, |
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Using those thoughts which should indeed have died |
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With them they think on? Things without all remedy |
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Should be without regard. What's done is done. |
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What's going on, my lord? Why are you keeping to
yourself, with only your sad thoughts to keep you company? Those
thoughts should have died when you killed the men you're
thinking about. If you can't fix it, you shouldn't
give it a second thought. What's done is done. |
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| | MACBETH |
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We have scorched the snake, not killed it. |
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She'll close and be herself whilst our poor malice |
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Remains in danger of her former tooth. |
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But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, |
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Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep |
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In the affliction of these terrible dreams |
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That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, |
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Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, |
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Than on the torture of the mind to lie |
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In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave. |
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After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. |
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Treason has done his worst; nor steel nor poison, |
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Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing |
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Can touch him further. |
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| MACBETH |
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We have slashed the snake but not killed it. It will heal and be
as good as new, and we'll be threatened by its fangs once
again. But the universe can fall apart, and heaven and earth
crumble, before I'll eat my meals in fear and spend my
nights tossing and turning with these nightmares I've been
having. I'd rather be dead than endure this endless mental
torture and harrowing sleep deprivation. We killed those men and
sent them to rest in peace so that we could gain our own peace.
Duncan lies in his grave, through with life's troubles, and
he's sleeping well. We have already done the worst we can
do to him with our treason. After that, nothing can hurt him
further—not weapons, poison, rebellion, invasion, or
anything else. |
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