Macbeth 3.1.114-124

1

So is he mine; and in such bloody distance

That every minute of his being thrusts

Against my near’st of life; and though I could

With bare-fac’d power sweep him from my sight,

2

And bid my 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.

3

And thence it is

That I to your assistance do make love,

Masking the business from the common eye

For sundry weighty reasons.

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So is he mine; and in such bloody distance

That every minute of his being thrusts

Against my near’st of life; and though I could

With bare-fac’d power sweep him from my sight,

And bid my 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.