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By
his
own
interdiction
stands
accursed
,
And
does
blaspheme
his
breed
?
Thy
royal
father
Was
a
most
sainted
king
:
the
queen
that
bore
thee
,
Oftener
upon
her
knees
than
on
her
feet
,
Died
every
day
she
lived
.
Fare
thee
well
!
These
evils
thou
repeat
's
t
upon
thyself
Have
banish
'd
me
from
Scotland
.
O
my
breast
,
Thy
hope
ends
here
!
Malcolm
:
Macduff
,
this
noble
passion
,
Child
of
integrity
,
hath
from
my
soul
