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That
were
the
slaves
of
drink
and
thralls
of
sleep
?
Was
not
that
nobly
done
?
Ay
,
and
wisely
too
;
For
'
twould
have
anger
'd
any
heart
alive
To
hear
the
men
deny
'
t
.
So
that
,
I
say
,
He
has
borne
all
things
well
:
and
I
do
think
That
had
he
Duncan
's
sons
under
his
key
--
As
,
a
n't
please
heaven
,
he
shall
not
--
they
should
find
What
'
twere
to
kill
a
father
;
so
should
Fleance
.
But
,
peace
!
for
from
broad
words
and
'cause
he
fail
'd
His
presence
at
the
tyrant
's
feast
,
I
hear
