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Macbeth Monologue

From Macbeth by William Shakespeare

male · dark · 1:15 min

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Fail not our feast. (BANQUO: My lord, I will not.) We hear our bloody cousins are bestow’d In England and in Ireland; not confessing Their cruel parricide, filling their hearers With strange invention. But of that tomorrow, When therewithal we shall have cause of state Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, Till you return at night. Goes Fleance with you? (BANQUO: Ay, my good lord: our time does call upon’s.) I wish your horses swift and sure of foot; And so I do commend you to their backs. Farewell.— (Exit Banquo.) Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night; to make society The sweeter welcome, we will keep ourself Till supper time alone: while then, God be with you. (Exeunt Lady Macbeth, Lords, &c.) Sirrah, a word with you. Attend those men Our pleasure?

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