Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
SECOND MURDERER I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
110 Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.
FIRST MURDERER And I another,
So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune,
113 That I would set my life on any chance 114 To mend it or be rid on't.
MACBETH Both of you
Know Banquo was your enemy.
MURDERERS True, my lord.
MACBETH
116 So is he mine, and in such bloody distance That every minute of his being thrusts
118 Against my near'st of life; and though I could With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
120 And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not, 121 For certain friends that are both his and mine, 122 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.
SECOND MURDERER We shall, my lord,
Perform what you command us.
FIRST MURDERER Though our lives-
MACBETH
Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most I will advise you where to plant yourselves,
130 Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' th' time The moment on't, for't must be done tonight
132 And something from the palace-always thou
ght That I require a clearness; and with him,133
To leave no rubs nor botches in the work,134
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart;