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Banquo Monologue from Macbeth

From Macbeth by William Shakespeare

male · contemplative · 29 sec

This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his loved mansionry, that the heaven’s breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle. Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ’d The air is delicate. Enter Lady Macbeth.

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