Macb. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men;
As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,
Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept[4134]
All by the name of dogs: the valued file
Distinguishes the swift, the slow, the subtle, 95
The housekeeper, the hunter, every one
According to the gift which bounteous nature
Hath in him closed; whereby he does receive
Particular addition, from the bill[4135]
That writes them all alike: and so of men. 100
Now if you have a station in the file,
Not i' the worst rank of manhood, say it,[4136]
And I will put that business in your bosoms[4137]
Whose execution takes your enemy off,
Grapples you to the heart and love of us, 105
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.[4138]
Sec. Mur. I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what[4139]
I do to spite the world.[4139][4140]
First Mur. And I another 110
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,[4141]
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it or be rid on 't.
Macb. Both of you[4142]
Know Banquo was your enemy.[4142]
Both Mur. True, my lord.
Macb. So is he mine, and in such bloody distance 115
That every minute of his being thrusts
Against my near'st of life: and though I could
With barefaced power sweep him from my sight
And bid my will avouch it, yet I must not,
For certain friends that are both his and mine,[4143] 120
Whose loves I may not drop, but wail his fall[4143]
Who I myself struck down: and thence it is[4143][4144]
That I to your assistance do make love,
Masking the business from the common eye
For sundry weighty reasons.
Sec. Mur. We shall, my lord, 125
Perform what you command us.
First Mur. Though our lives—
Macb. Your spirits shine through you. Within this hour at most[4145]
I will advise you where to plant yourselves,[4146]
Acquaint you with the perfect spy o' the time,[4147]
The moment on 't; for 't must be done to-night, 130
And something from the palace; always thought[4148][4149]
That I require a clearness: and with him—[4149]
To leave no rubs nor botches in the work—
Fleance his son, that keeps him company,
Whose absence is no less material to me 135
Than is his father's, must embrace the fate
Of that dark hour. Resolve yourselves apart:
I'll come to you anon.
Both Mur. We are resolved, my lord.[4150]