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Macbeth, II. iii

Here where our fate, hid in an auger-hole,

May rush and seize us? Let's away: our tears

Are not yet brew'd.

Mal. [Aside to Donalbain.] Nor our strong sorrow

Upon the foot of motion.

Ban. Look to the lady:

And when we have our naked frailties hid,

That suffer in exposure, let us meet,

And question this most bloody piece of work,

To know it further. Fears and scruples shake us:

In the great hand of God I stand, and thence

Against the undivulg'd pretence I fight

Of treasonous malice.

Macd. And so do I.

All. So all.

Macb. Let's briefly put on manly readiness,

And meet i' the hall together.

All. Well contented.

Exeunt [all but Malcolm and Donalbain].

Mal. What will you do? Let's not consort with them:

To show an unfelt sorrow is an office

Which the false man does easy. I'll to England.

Don. To Ireland, I; our separated fortune

Shall keep us both the safer: where we are,

There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,

The nearer bloody.

Mal. This murderous shaft that's shot

Hath not yet lighted, and our safest way

Is to avoid the aim: therefore, to horse;

 132 Upon motion: ready for action

133 naked frailties hid: i.e., dressed ourselves

138 pretence: intention

142 consort: associate

147 near: nearer

