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Was heavy on me. Thou art so far before,
               That swiftest wing of recompense is slow
               To overtake thee. Would thou hadst less deserved,
               That the proportion both of thanks and payment [20]

               Might have been mine. Only I have left to say,
               ‘More is thy due than more than all can pay.’



              MACBETH
               The service and the loyalty I owe,
               In doing it, pays itself. Your highness’ part

               Is to receive our duties; and our duties
               Are to your throne and state, children and servants,
               Which do but what they should by doing everything
               Safe toward your love and honour.



              KING
                               Welcome hither.

               I have begun to plant thee, and will labour
               To make thee full of growing. − Noble Banquo, [30]
               That hast no less deserved, nor must be known
               No less to have done so, let me enfold thee

               And hold thee to my heart.



              BANQUO
                               There if I grow,
               The harvest is your own.



              KING
                               My plenteous joys,
               Wanton in fulness, seek to hide themselves

               In drops of sorrow. Sons, kinsmen, thanes,
               And you whose places are the nearest, know
               We will establish our estate upon
               Our eldest, Malcom, whom we name hereafter

               The Prince of Cumberland: which honour must [40]
               Not unaccompanied invest him only,
               But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine
               On all deservers. From hence to Inverness,
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