Page 2151 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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T’appease an angry god.



              MACDUFF
               I am not treacherous.



              MALCOLM
                               But Macbeth is.
               A good and virtuous nature may recoil
               In an imperial charge. But I shall crave your padron: [20]

               That which you are my thoughts cannot transpose;
               Angels are bright still though the brightest fell.
               Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
               Yet grace must still look so.



              MACDUFF

                               I have lost my hopes.


              MALCOLM

               Perchance even there where I did find my doubts.
               Why in that rawness left you wife and child,
               Those precious motives, those strong knots of love,
               Without leave-taking? I pray you,

               Let not my jealousies be your dishonours
               But mine own safeties. You may be rightly just, [30]
               Whatever I shall think.



              MACDUFF
                               Bleed, bleed, poor country!

               Great tyranny, lay thou thy basis sure,
               For goodness dare not check thee; wear thou thy wrongs.
               The title is affeered. Fare thee well, lord!
               I would not be the villain that thou think’st
               For the whole space that’s in the tyrant’s grasp,

               And the rich East to boot.



              MALCOLM
                               Be not offended;
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