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So
weary
with
disasters
,
tugg
'd
with
fortune
,
That
I
would
set
my
lie
on
any
chance
,
To
mend
it
,
or
be
rid
o
n't
.
Macbeth
:
Both
of
you
Know
Banquo
was
your
enemy
.
Both
Murderers
:
True
,
my
lord
.
Macbeth
:
So
is
he
mine
;
and
in
such
bloody
distance
,
That
every
minute
of
his
being
thrusts
Against
my
near
's
t
of
life
:
and
though
I
could
With
barefaced
power
sweep
him
from
my
sight
