Speeches (Lines) for Malcolm
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This is the sergeant
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The worthy thane of Ross. |
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My liege,
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O, by whom? |
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[Aside to DONALBAIN] Why do we hold our tongues,
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[Aside to DONALBAIN] Nor our strong sorrow
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What will you do? Let's not consort with them:
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This murderous shaft that's shot
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Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
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What I believe I'll wail,
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But Macbeth is.
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Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
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Be not offended:
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It is myself I mean: in whom I know
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I grant him bloody,
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With this there grows
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But I have none: the king-becoming graces,
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If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
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Macduff, this noble passion,
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Well; more anon.—Comes the king forth, I pray you? |
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I thank you, doctor. |
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'Tis call'd the evil:
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My countryman; but yet I know him not. |
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I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
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What's the newest grief? |
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Be't their comfort
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Merciful heaven!
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Be comforted:
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Dispute it like a man. |
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Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
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This tune goes manly.
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Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand
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Let every soldier hew him down a bough
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'Tis his main hope:
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Now near enough: your leafy screens throw down.
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We have met with foes
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I would the friends we miss were safe arrived. |
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Macduff is missing, and your noble son. |
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He's worth more sorrow,
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We shall not spend a large expense of time
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