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Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.

If good, why do I yield to that suggestion

Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair

And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,

Against the use of nature? Present fears

Are less than horrible imaginings;

My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,

Shakes so my single state of man that function

Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is

But what is not.

Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt.

Macb. [Aside.] If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me,

Without my stir.

Ban. New honours come upon him,

Like our strange garments, cleave not to their mould

But with the aid of use.

Macb. [Aside.] Come what come may,

Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

Ban. Worthy Macbeth, we stay upon your leisure.

Macb. Give me your favour: my dull brain was wrought

With things forgotten. Kind gentlemen, your pains

Are register'd where every day I turn

The leaf to read them. Let us toward the king.

[To Banquo.] Think upon what hath chanc'd; and, at more time,

The interim having weigh'd it, let us speak

Our free hearts each to other.

 134 suggestion: temptation

136 seated: firmly fixed

137 Against the use: contrary to the custom

Present fears; cf. n.

140 single: feeble

state of man: manhood

function: mental power

147 Time and the hour; cf. n.

149 favour: pardon

wrought: perturbed 