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(Original) Macbeth, Act 3, Scene I

MACBETH: Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy.
BOTH MURDERERS: True, my lord.

: So he is mine, and in such bloody distance
That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my nearíst of life; and though I could
With barefaced power sweep him from my sight,
And bid by will avouch it, yet I must not,
For certain friends that are both his and mine,
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall
Who I myself struck down.
And thence it is
That I to your assistance do make love,
Masking the business from the common eye
For sundry weighty reasons.
2ND MURDERER: We shall, my lord,
Perform what you command us.
1ST MURDERER: Though our lives -
MACBETH: Your spirits shine through you.
Within this hour at most I will advise you where to plant yourselves,
Acquaint you with the perfect spy oíthí time,
The moment onít.
Forít must be done tonight,
And something from the palace; always thought
That I require a clearness.


Macbeth, Act 3, Scene I

MACBETH: Both of you know
Banquo was your enemy?
BOTH MURDERERS: True, my lord.
MACBETH: So is he mine, and with such murderous hatred
That every minute he continues breathing
Threatens my very life. And though I could
With barefaced power sweep him from my sight, And justify it with my royal will,
Yet I must not, because of certain friends,
Both his and mine, whose friendship I canít drop; But for whose sake Iíll have to mourn the fall
Of him whom I strike down.
And that is why Iím seeking your assistance,
Hiding the matter from the public eye
For various weighty reasons.
2ND MURDERER: My lord, weíll do Whatever you command.
1ST MURDERER: Although our lives-
MACBETH: Your spirits shine through you.
In an hour at most I will inform you where to plant yourselves,
Make known to you the perfect time to do it -
The very moment - for it must be tonight,
And some way from the palace - making sure Iím clear of all involvement.

(Original) King Lear, Act 3, Scene 6

KENT: Oppressed nature sleeps.
This rest might yet have balmed thy broken sinews,
Which, if convenience will not allow,
Stand in hard cure. (to the Fool)
Come, help to bear thy master;
Thou must not stay behind.

: Come, come, away!
Exeunt all but Edgar.

EDGAR: When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone suffers, suffers most i' the mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows behind.
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip,
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
When that which makes me bend makes the
King bow. He childed as I fathered! Tom, away!
Mark the high noises, and thyself bewray
When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee, In thy just proof, repeals and reconciles thee.
What will hap more tonight, safe scape the King! Lurk, lurk. Exit.

King Lear, Act 3, Scene 6

:Oppressed nature sleeps.
(to Lear) This rest might yet have soothed your shattered nerves. They will be hard to cure, if circumstances
Remove the chance to sleep.
(to the Fool) Come, help us carry
Your master; you must not stay behind. GLOUCESTER: Quickly; let's go.
Kent, Gloucester and the Fool go off, carrying the King.
EDGAR: When we see our superiors suffer like us, We scarcely think of our own miseries. The lonely sufferer suffers most in mind,
Thinking of carefree joys he's left behind;
But when we are with those that share our woes, The greater part of our own sorrow goes.
How light and bearable my pain seems now,
When what bends me has brought the King so low - His children seek his life, just as my father
Is seeking mine. Now, Tom, keep out of sight,
But take note of the rumours in high places,
And when you hear the wicked lies about you
Have been disproved, reveal yourself, and so Be reconciled. Whatever else occurs tonight,
May the King escape to safety. Hide! Hide! (He goes.)

(Original) Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 1

VALENTINE: So please my lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid do return this answer: The element itself, till seven yearsí heat,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;
But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,
And water once a day her chamber round
With eye-offending brine - all this to season
A brotherís dead love, which she would keep fresh
And lasting in her sad remembrance.
ORSINO: O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft
Hath killed the flock of all affections else That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied and filled,
Her sweet perfections, with one selfsame king!

Twelfth Night, Act 1,

VALENTINE: Forgive me, lord, the countess would not see me, But I have brought this answer from her handmaid: The sky itself shall not look on her face
With a full view, till seven years are past;
But like a holy nun sheíll wear a veil,
And water round her bedroom once a day
With salt eye-stinging tears - all to preserve
Her love for her dead brother, which she would Keep fresh and lasting in her sad remembrance.
ORSINO: Oh, she that has a heart so fine of form To show such deep love only for a brother -
How will she love when Cupidís golden arrow
Has killed all other passions, thoughts and feelings
That live in her so perfectly and sweetly,
And their proud places are supplied and filled
By that sole lover who shall be her king?

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