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Malcolm
:
With
this
there
grows
In
my
most
ill-composed
affection
such
A
stanchless
avarice
that
,
were
I
king
,
I
should
cut
off
the
nobles
for
their
lands
,
Desire
his
jewels
and
this
other
's
house
:
And
my
more-having
would
be
as
a
sauce
To
make
me
hunger
more
;
that
I
should
forge
Quarrels
unjust
against
the
good
and
loyal
,
Destroying
them
for
wealth.Macduff
:
This
avarice
Sticks
deeper
,
grows
with
more
pernicious
root
Than
summer-seeming
lust
,
and
it
hath
been
